The Impossible Divorce novel Chapter 12

Dark red and viscous blood continuously gushed out from Sophia's lower body, leaving shocking traces on the snow-white tiles. Brady, who was standing outside the operating room, kept replaying the doctor's words as he walked out of the operating room.

"The baby is gone."

He followed the paramedics from the operating room into the general ward. Sophia's pale face and bloody wounds on her arms made him afraid to step forward.

She was pregnant with his child, but he had tortured her like this?

He personally killed their child.

Mia, who was guarding the hospital bed, glared at him angrily.

He ignored her and walked straight to the hospital bed. He gently reached out and picked up the woman who was so light.

"What are you doing? Let her go, you bastard!" Mia watched Brady pick up Sophia and leave. She stood up and scolded Brady, because she knew that she could not beat him.

Brady ignored them and disappeared around the corner with Sophia who was still asleep in his arms.

Sophia, I'll take you home!

"Oh" Sophia woke up sweating profusely. The faint pain in her lower abdomen reminded her of the fact that her child had already gone. She bit her lips and tears flowed down her cheeks.

With a light sound from the entrance, Sophia quickly wiped away the tears on her face. From today on, she did not want to reveal a trace of weakness in front of this man.

The days were quiet for a few months. Brady had been taking good care of her. Just then, he personally brought in the porridge and said in a gentle tone that she had never heard in two years, "Sophia, the porridge is here. Drink it while it's hot."

After saying that, a spoonful of delicious porridge was fed to her lips.

Sophia tilted her head and said coldly, "Let me go."

Brady's expression changed, and then he said softly, "Be good, don't make trouble. I've already dealt with Chloe. No one will bully you in the future. We..."

Before he could finish his sentence, Sophia interrupted him, "We're finished."

Before Brady could say anything, his words were stuck in his throat. After enduring for a while, he handed the porridge spoon to her lips, "Don't be so grumpy. Your body is important..."

"I'm not being grumpy with you!" Sophia waved her hand and knocked over the bowl of porridge held by Brady. The soup splashed all over the man standing beside the bed.

Brady's business was very big. This was only his private property.

The sun shone through the floor-to-ceiling window and landed on the bed of the bedroom. The sound of waves hitting the shore came from not far away. Seabirds flashed across the surface of the sea, bringing with them blue splashes of water...

Sophia sat lifelessly in front of the window. This was already the twelfth day that she had been imprisoned by Brady. In the past twelve days, apart from quarreling, the two of them had also had a cold war. Brady stubbornly refused to let her go, as if possessing her body would also give him some relief.

In the end, Sophia stopped arguing and didn't say anything else about leaving. She just sat in any corner of the house that could see the sea day after day, pursing her lips tightly and refusing to speak.

Her body was losing weight obviously. Brady knew that her body was about to collapse.

The emotional fluctuations of the past few days caused her body, which was aborted, to urgently need to recover. Sophia, who was saying bad words on the day of the abortion, made him angry, then Sophia, who was like a rag doll now, made him feel a sense of panic in his heart.

It was as if... this person would disappear in the next second.

For example, right now, Sophia was sitting on the ice-cold floor with her hands crossed and knees crossed. Her empty eyes were staring at the sea surface. Brady stood at the door and watched her chin peaked day by day. The dull pain in his heart drowned him like a tide.

Sophia, what should I do with you?