Chapter 503

Kaylee:

Ever since I woke up, I have been told that my babies were dead.

I thought it was a prank. I thought it was a joke. How was that even possible?

But then they showed me the three dead bodies of my children. They brought them into the room, and I could not stop bawling my eyes out.

It has been days, and I am still admitted to the hospital.

“I… I do not understand. This is a joke, right? Of course I will conceive again,” I kept repeating the same thing over and over.

They were now telling me that they had taken my uterus out.

“Who the fuck gave them permission to do so?” I screamed at the top of my lungs.

Graham turned around and pointed his finger at me.

“Do not you fucking raise your voice,” he yelled, stepping toward my bed.

His father tried to grab him to stop him, but he kept coming at me.

Penny stood in the corner, heavily pregnant, with tears in her eyes.

I did not believe she was upset for me. She was probably happy, and her presence made it clear that she wanted me to see that she still had her babies, while I did not.

“And they did not need permission. Otherwise, you would have been left dead,” Graham grunted, pointing at me.

“Then they should have left me dead,” I yelled back.

The way Graham straightened his back and nodded, his nose wrinkling in disgust as

he looked at me, made whatever strength I had left leave my body.

“Why are you so harsh with me? I lost my babies too,” I asked him.

Ever since I woke up, he had not come to hug me or comfort me even once. He had been rude and dismissive of my feelings.

“You want me to come and hug you? Huh?” he shouted.

“Okay, Graham, enough. Step away from her. She is clearly in distress right now,” his father finally stepped in, pulling him back.

My father was not even allowed in the room because they knew he would not tolerate Graham yelling at me like this.

That was when the door opened and the doctor stepped inside, glancing between all of us as he noticed the tension in the room.

Graham’s attention finally shifted away from me as he turned to face the doctor.

“Tell me what happened,” he demanded. “What caused this?”

Every time Graham spoke about our children, his voice broke, and it killed me inside.

I was still trying to wrap my head around everything that had happened to me, and I did not understand how I had let this happen.

The doctor took a deep breath before answering, his expression serious.

“There are several possible factors. It can happen due to underlying conditions but it is also associated with physical strain, trauma, of sudden exertion, especially this late in pregnancy.”

As he spoke, I saw Graham turn slightly toward me, as if questioning what I had done.

At the same time, memories rushed back.

I had exerted myself.

I had pushed myself too far before giving birth.

That same night, I had dragged Baxter all the way up the trail, putting too much

pressure on my body, too much strain on my back.

“We also noticed fresh blisters on her feet and signs of physical stress on her body,” the doctor added.

Penny, Graham, and his father all turned to look at me.

“That kind of exertion at this stage can significantly increase the risk.”

The room fell silent.

My heart pounded loudly in my chest.

I remembered everything.

I had brought this upon myself.

I had been so blinded by hate that I had single-handedly killed my three children and

my chances of ever conceiving again.

“Anyway, she will be discharged in a day or two, and I hope she takes

better care ofase do not

let ever take any

ore stress. It will

not be good for her health,” the

doctor said, trying to warn Graham.

Graham was glaring at me, his eyes fixed on me as if he could tear me apart.

I lowered my gaze as soon as the doctor left.

Graham turned to me.

“So, are you going to tell me what the fuck you did? Huh?” he shouted.

I clutched the sheet tightly, unable to look up.

“Tell me, what did you do? How did you kill our babies?” he continued, his voice

rising.

As Graham kept yelling, his father stepped in and began dragging him away.

“That is enough. This is

inappropriate. She is a mother. Why

would she kill her babies? Use your

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Penny walked toward me and carefully sat on the bed, reaching out for my hand.

I pulled my hand away and kept staring at her belly.

I felt something bitter rise inside me.

She did not deserve to have a child if I did not have one.