One night Two babies by Liz Pinelis

Chapter 680 Ivy's Last Hope

Violet snorted, "So that's it, I didn't even hear it."

"It's not like you don't know how good your husband's hearing is." Stanley pointed at his own ears with

an undisguised sense of complacency.

Violet gave him a blank look, not bothering to pay attention to him.

In the room, Henry looked at Ivy, who looked like a madman, and felt badly in his heart.

He reached out and grabbed her shoulders, "Ivy, just calm down, okay?"

"Calm down?" Ivy looked at him with red eyes, "Henry, tell me, how can I calm down? My legs are

ruined, I can't stand up anymore, I'm a wreck, how do you want me to calm down!"

She slapped the covers hard against her body.

Seeing how agitated she was, Henry hugged her tightly, "Don't move, Ivy, don't move, you'll aggravate

the injury to your legs even more, they'll hurt even more!"

Ivy's head lowered and she bit down on Henry's shoulder hard.

Henry grunted in pain, cold sweat pouring from the corners of his forehead, his face twisted for a

moment.

Yet even so, he had no intention of pushing Ivy away, allowing her to bite him.

He knew that she was suffering inside, her body was in pain and she needed to vent it.

He could not do anything else for her, but he could help her share some of her pain.

With that, Henry clenched his fists and endured the sharp pain in his shoulder.

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In the end, however, Ivy did not know out of what frame of mind she let go of Henry.

Henry got his shoulder free and stepped back, then craned his head to look over his shoulder.

There, the white shirt was already oozing bright red.

He can imagine the weight of her bite on the shoulder under the white shirt.

Ivy grabbed Henry's arm and said in a trembling and hopeful voice, "Henry, you're lying to me, aren't

you? My legs can still be saved, right? They're not ruined, are they? Please tell me they're not broken,

they're still saved, please, can you tell me?"

The way Ivy was pleading so bitterly made Henry's heart feel all sorts of bad.

It was the first time he had seen her begging him so helplessly, so pitifully.

The previous her, relying on the fact that he loved her, had never been so nice to him, but

condescending and bossy, never putting him in her sights, feeling that she was above him for being

willing to talk to him.

But now, she was willing to bow her head and treat him with such an attitude.

In the past, he would have been happy that she was finally willing to talk to him without looking down

on him.

But now that it's actually happening, he can't be happy.

Only because, with this attitude, and not because of him, but in order to get from him the answer that

her leg could still be saved.

Once she doesn't get it, she'll still turn back to that condescending look.

She never had him in her sights, from the beginning to the end.

"I'm sorry, Ivy, your legs are really hopeless, your kneecap is completely shattered and with the current

medical technology, there is nothing that can be done." Henry looked at Ivy and shook his head.

Even if his answer would be unacceptable to her, he could not lie to her.

He was tired, and this time he had come to see her one last time, and from then on, he would never

come and see her again.

So there was no need for him to say any more well-meaning lies.

Hearing Henry's words, Ivy was quiet for a moment before she once again cried heartily, her roar filled

with endless hatred.

It seemed to hate the man who broke her leg, and it seemed to hate him because he couldn't save her

legs.

Perhaps in her mind, she still called him a loser.

Henry smiled bitterly and did not speak to soothe Ivy, just watched her madness so quietly.

He didn't know how long it took, but Ivy seemed to be tired of yelling and ran out of energy, and finally

quieted down.

She looked at Henry, her voice was hoarse and weak, "Henry, can you save me? I don't want to be

locked up here. Stanley hates me, he knows I killed his parents, he won't let me go, so please, help me

out, help me out!"

She clutched Henry's arm like a life-saving straw.

Henry, however, still pulled his arm out with force, got up and took two steps back, putting some

distance between her and the bed, before saying, "I'm sorry Ivy, I couldn't save you."

"Why? You can do it!" Ivy leaned over the edge of the bed, her emotions rising, "You saved me last

time, you can definitely do it this time."

"I wouldn't have saved you." Henry shook his head.

Ivy's eyes widened as she stared at him with disbelief written in her eyes, "Why don't you save me?

Henry, don't you love me anymore?"

"I love you!" Henry replied, "I've always loved you, never changed, ever since I learned about you in

adolescence."

He looked at her fondly.

When Ivy faced him with these eyes full of affection, she did not know why, but her heart was quite

uncomfortable, blocked and stuffy, and even more so, there was some unspoken guilt and regret.

She didn't know what was wrong with her, why she was feeling so many inexplicable emotions, but she

didn't think too much about it and quickly adjusted her mood, grabbing the sheets and saying, "If you

still love me, why don't you save me? Henry, were you just willing to see me tortured or killed by

Stanley?"

Henry's mouth opened as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he said nothing.

When Ivy saw this, her heart became even more panicked and fearful, "Henry, you're not saying

anything, are you really planning to let me be killed by Stanley? How can you live up to yourself by

doing this, you say you love me, is this the love you claim to have? You don't deserve it, you don't

deserve to love me at all!"

"And what would it take to deserve to love you? To save you? Or to love you by letting you out and

letting you continue to hurt others? Ivy, is that really what you think?" Henry's eyes reddened.

"I ......" Ivy bit her lip, somewhat unable to speak.

But the expression on her face clearly revealed that she did think so.

Henry smiled to himself, "Ivy, you know what? I regret so much now, regret why I fell in love with you,

ever since I was little, I've satisfied you with whatever you wanted, but now just because I didn't save

you, you vetoed everything I've given to you, hehe ...... Suddenly I'm wondering what I've been doing

all these years, and was it really worth all that I did for you?"

"So now you're starting to regret loving me, starting to regret what you did for me? If that's true, then

Henry, you really don't deserve to say that you love me. If you love me, you should give everything for

me and never regret it!" Ivy laughed hideously.

Henry took a deep breath, "That's all, we have different thoughts, I won't argue with you, I didn't come

here today to argue with you about this either, I just want to ask you a few questions. Ivy, I hope you

can answer me honestly, maybe I'll get Stanley to take care of you."

Ivy looked at him disdainfully, "You even regret loving me and refusing to save me, do you think I still

need the care that comes out of your mouth?"

Henry's heart throbbed violently and, more than laughing at himself, he felt unworthy.

He really didn't deserve these ten years!

"Whatever you say, the first question I'm going to ask is, if I had taken the initiative to pursue you from

the beginning and not been so timid about hiding my feelings inside, would you have given up on

Stanley and chosen to be with me?" Henry clenched his fist, his gaze deep as he looked at her.