Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
“My name is Chu He, and I’m a close friend of Qingxue.”
“A close friend of hers?” he echoed askance. “I don’t remember her having a close friend named Chu He.”
“What do you even know? What can a man who’s unable to protect his woman and child possibly know?”
“Watch your tone!”
It got her snapping back. “Not giving you a punch is already the greatest respect I have for you.”
Mu Yancheng was, once more, at loss for words.
Having no intention to argue with him further, she slowly explained, “I first met Qingxue on a case that I was responsible for about a month ago; she was new to Yan City and got harassed by two ruffians. Seeing that she was pregnant and alone, I decided to take her in so that she got a shelter to stay and prepare for her pregnancy.”
“She got harassed by two ruffians?” A glint flashed across his eyes when he heard that critical news. “How did that happen?”
“It’s dangerous for a female to check into a hostel alone in the middle of the night while carrying so much cash on her. That said, I don’t know exactly what happened for such a pregnant woman to be reduced into that helpless state.” As the policewoman spoke, she cast him a meaningful gaze.
Again, the man had no response to her words.
“Feeling guilty? Good. It means that you still have a conscience at least.” She then asked, “How is she doing right now?”
“…”
She had been worried sick for her friend while making her way here, so his silence to her question only caused her patience to snap. Fury churned within her as she closed in on him, grabbed his shirt’s collars, and growled demandingly, “I’m asking you a question here! How is she doing right now?”
“Let him go!”
Someone immediately rushed over in a bid to stop her, but with a twist of her hand, she grabbed that person’s hand and flung him away. “Get lost! This is none of your concern!”
“Sir…”
“Just stay away!” Mu Yancheng snapped in irritation.
His subordinate, thus, promptly retreated.
While clenching his fists tightly, he took a deep breath and then told her grimly, “When I arrived, I found her lying unconscious on the ground. Things… weren’t looking good for her while on the way to the hospital. According to the doctor, we probably can’t keep the child.”
“What?”
She frowned and a trace of dried blood on the man’s white shirt caught her attention right then. Her heart skipped a beat and her mind was rendered blank.
How could that happen?
Isn’t it just a fall? Things shouldn’t be so serious, should it?
I fell down a few times during my pregnancy as well, but nothing happened to me.
She then recalled that the pregnant lady was frail to begin with. At that realization, she collapsed on the long bench, looking numb and despondent.
Half an hour later, the doors to the ER finally opened to reveal a doctor in a white coat. Her head snapped upward in an instant; she was just about to approach the doctor when the man beat her to it. “How’s the patient, doctor?”
The doctor gave him a polite, measuring look, but his voice sounded deadly calm as he returned the question. “Are you asking about the adult or the fetus?”
“The adult!”
Chu He approached them worriedly, only to have a bad premonition when she heard the doctor’s response.
Oh, no. Is she going to lose her child?
“Are you the patient’s husband?” asked the doctor.
