Nine months too late: After divorce

Chapter 107 After

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t felt like an eternity of agony to Sylvie, someone did come. A woman.

She exchanged a few words with the abductor before reaching for Sylvie, kneeling before her legs.

"I'm here to help you, dear. You must follow my instructions and stay strong if you want your babies to survive. The woman spoke with the professionalism of a nurse. Sylvie nodded desperately, biting her lips. No one told her being in labour was this painful. Sure, she'd heard the stories, but not once did she think it was like this. Despite the blinding pain, she followed the woman's instructions, keeping her legs wider and pushing with every ounce of strength she had.

Severally, she was tempted to give up. But the thought of her babies ending up dead after 'everything' terrified her more than losing her life. She concluded that it didn't matter if she lost her life. As long as her babies would be fine. She forced herself not to think of what awaited her and the kids once the delivery was done. If her abductor wanted to harm her kids, she wouldn't have brought someone over to help her. Right?

Despite the maddening pain Sylvie felt all over, she pulled through with the woman's instructions until finally, one of the babies were out.

"Oh! The boy is out!" The woman exclaimed with so much joy, her voice mingling with the cry of the baby.

Whoever she was, she must have been a nurse. She delivered the news with the natural joy that came with the profession.

A strange feeling gripped Sylvie's chest at the sound of her child crying. Her baby.

She tried to look, but she was still too weak and in pains.

The woman quickly took care of the baby, then returned to continue with the delivery.

We only

have one more to go. Come on, let's do this!" She urged.

Shutting her eyes, Sylvie continued grunting and pushing. Somehow, the realization that one of the kids were out gave her the strength to want to finish what had started.

In a few more minutes, the second one came out. Sylvie was in tears - both from the torture of her condition and the relief that she had finally given birth to her kids.

Her babies.

The long-awaited ones. She was a mother.

"The girl!" The midwife exclaimed happily, accessing the child in her hand.

She looked at Sylvie. "You've done very well, girl. The babies are both healthy."

Sylvie found herself growing weaker by the minute. Now that the kids were finally out, she didn't know what awaited her.

"Can I hold them? Please?" There was a tremor in her voice as she asked.

She hadn't seen any of their faces yet and couldn't lift her head off the ground due to the extreme pain she felt.

There was a flicker of hesitation on the nurse's face. Slowly, she placed the child on Sylvie's chest.

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A small gasp slipped Sylvie's throat the moment she made contact with the little one. It was her child.

She managed to put a hand around her, supporting her to her body. She was so small, Sylvie feared she might break her if she wasn't careful. Growing up, Sylvie had always felt disturbed when she heard babies cry, but in that moment, the sound of the little one crying on her chest filled with her so much joy, she wanted to cry as well. Oh, she was already crying.

"That's enough!" The sharp voice filled the air, seconds before the sound of her heels clacking against the floor reached her.

She had been in the corner of the room, smoking and watching impatiently.

"Take them away to the car." She car." She added harshly.

The midwife

The idwife pulled the child from Sylvie's chest.

"No. Please, no," she muttered weakly. "Don't take them away. Please..." She hadn't even touched the boy yet.NôvelDrama.Org content.

She saw remorse on the nurse's face, but she stood up and was soon out of her sight.

The pain in her heart intensified. Her babies... They were taking them away from her.

More tears rolled out of the corners of her eyes, down to her temples. Her abductor dropped to a crouch beside her, her face coming into view.

The word 'please' was at the tip of Sylvie s tongue, but she had become too weak to even get them out. Dizziness overwhelmed her, her consciousness slipping away.

"Now, you're going to die alone Sylvie. Like you're meant to." The woman spoke in a voice that sounded distant in Sylvie's

ears.

Even her face was becoming unclear.

The woman stood up, a haughty laugh following her.

Sylvie laid helplessly, unable to even move a finger. Slowly, her consciousness was slipping away. But she knew when the fire started.

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Lights. Machines beeping. Serenity.

Was this what it felt like to be in heaven?

Sylvie's brows furrowed as her brain struggled to process her strange surroundings.

She noticed she could move her fingers, unlike the warehouse where she had been chained. She was finally free, wasn't she? Where was she? Had she really died and gone to heaven? So, she did make it to heaven despite what she did? The cry of a child filled her head, and instantly, the dizziness that pressed down on her eyes was gone.

She took a deep breath, her eyes stretching as her hand flew to her bump. It was gone. Her babies were gone. Her lips fell open, and before she could stop it, a scream left her throat.

A door opened.

"Oh, my God! She's awake! Let the doctor know!"

Sylvie couldn't see who was speaking, but a second later, a lady dressed as a nurse was in front of her.

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"My babies... Where are they? I need to find them." She muttered helplessly, shaking her head.

"I need you to calm down, ma'am. We'll be calling for your guardian any minute. But in the meantime, do you feel pain in any part of your body?"

Sylvie's brain was too clouded to process what she meant by the word 'guardian'. What mattered to her the most was finding

her kids.

She remembered the woman in a black dress, the midwife. They took her kids.

She attempted getting off the bed.

"What're you doing, ma'am? Please, you need to stay put!" The nurse held her down.

But she wasn't thinking straight. She continued struggling with the nurse until the doctor and more nurses arrived and a sedative was injected into her.

Her heart had the weightStaring at the face of the 'guardian' before her. Ruby Cheng.

Sylvie laid weakly in bed, of a f a stone as she struggled to process the woman's words.

"How's it possible?" She She muttered, a tear rolling out. "How could it have been two weeks already?"

The pain still felt fresh in her heart, as if it had happened just yesterday.

Ruby Cheng - a fourty-one years old - stood dressed in a brown suit and heels, with a designer bag in her hand. She looked strict, but her face softened before Sylvie. "I'm actually so glad you did regain consciousness. I was afraid it'd take longer," Ruby answered softly, tucking a careless strand of hair behind her ear.

Her hair was short and just around her neck.

Sylvie

closed her eyes briefly, processing the fact that she's been away from her kids for two weeks. How could she go into coma when her babies were out there? "How did you find me?" Her eyes fluttered open, her voice coming out weak.

"Someone pulled you out of the burning building and called 911. Actually, I've been looking for you for some weeks now. So, when I heard you've been admitted to the hospital, I came over and signed as your guardian." Looking for me? Sylvie thought. Why would a member of the Cheng family be looking for her?

However, she had a more important question to ask. "She took my kids." The words were heavy on her tongue. "We need to find her. I can... I can describe her to the police. So, they could find her and-"

"Sylvie." Ruby stepped forward, putting a hand around her wrist. The woman's touch felt so warm and comforting, but Sylvie couldn't let herself feel any comfort.

Her eyes were filled with a deeper sadness as she said the next words. "I'm so sorry, but the twins are dead."

Her brows furrowed, her hand pulling away from the woman's grasp.

"What?" The word came out breathless.

Ruby dropped her gaze to the floor. "After the fire was put out, the cops checked for any evidence and found two... burnt babies. She paused for some seconds. "Nothing could be done for them. So, they... They-" .

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"No," Sylvie shook her head. "It's not possible. I mean, she...she took them. She brought someone to assist with the delivery

and left with them."

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