CEO's Dumb Bride

Chapter 69 Heartbroken

Chapter 69 Heartbroken

Lilian sat on the sofa while Francis held a towel in his hand, wiping her hair.

Her face was pale and lifeless, and when the overhead light shone on her, she looked as pale as a dead person.

Lilian stared blankly, motionless. Francis lowered his head and glanced at her.

But he didn't say anything, continuing to dry her hair.

He didn't even ask what happened to her in the Landau family. Lilian didn't know if he guessed and didn't want to ask, or if he simply didn't care about what happened to her there.

Just like last time, he remained silent even after he knew.

He didn't even ask if she was in pain.

After all, how could a dummy feel pain?

Francis finished wiping her hair and used a hairdryer to blow it dry. She remained in the same position, not moving at all.

Her long, black, and silky hair hung on both sides, making her face even paler as if it could turn transparent and disappear at any moment.

Francis stood behind her, still not saying a word.

The two of them remained silent like this.

Suddenly, the abrupt ringtone broke the silence. It was Francis's phone. He put down the hairdryer, took out his phone from his pocket, and went to answer the call.

Lilian's eyelashes trembled, and she turned her head to see him answering the call with a serious expression.

She looked away, lowered her head to look at her abdomen, and touched it with her fingers.

This child was not welcomed just like her.

Lilian closed her eyes. She didn't cry. Maybe she couldn't cry anymore.

Crying could only express sadness, not despair which couldn't be expressed.

After finishing the call, Francis returned to Lilian's side and rubbed her hair. "Go to sleep early. I'll go out for a while."

Lilian looked up, her gaze keen as she looked at Francis. A faint smile appeared on her pale face as she obediently nodded.

Francis's brows furrowed imperceptibly.

He didn't say anything and turned to leave.

After taking a few steps, he turned back to Lilian and said, "When she calls you next time, give me a call."

Lilian's eyes flashed. As she stared at Francis's distinct features, a dense pain spread through her heart.

Would there be a next time?

Probably not.

After finishing his words, Francis left. This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

Lilian watched him leave, and the smile on her lips gradually faded.

She didn't know where Francis was going. She curled up on the sofa, guarding the empty villa.

Not long after, she felt a dull pain in her abdomen. The pain seemed to be reminding her constantly that a life in her belly was gone.

It was the second time.

Each time, she couldn't keep those two innocent children.

Lilian forced herself to get up from the sofa and stumbled to find the medicine box. She found the painkillers inside.

With trembling hands, she unscrewed the bottle cap, but because of her shaking, all the pills spilled out and scattered on the floor.

She knelt on the ground, picking up those pills one by one.

Cold sweat dripped from her forehead, dropping onto her palms and wetting the pills.

She stuffed all the pills in her palm into her mouth and swallowed them all. Whether it was because the pills were too bitter or because the pain was too intense, a sour and bitter sensation surged up from her chest. She slowly curled up on the ground, trembling as she began to cry.

She lay on the cold floor, crying heartbreakingly. The vast villa was quiet, with only the sound of rain tapping on the glass.

Lilian didn't know how long it had passed when she finally caught her breath. She got up from the ground and her gaze fell on a fruit knife not far away.

She walked towards the fruit knife, numbly picking it up.

The light reflected off the blade shone on her face, and she stared blankly at it as if countless images flashed across it.