One night Two babies by Liz Pinelis

Chapter 685 Wanting Relief

It was as if it was only after Henry had just come to see her that she suddenly felt she was doing the

wrong thing.

At the same time, she began to feel that she had done so much and got nothing out of it, yet she was

still living an uprooted life on the run.

So what was the point of what she had done in the past?

At this moment, Ivy began to doubt that her past was meaningless.

She began to doubt that everything she had done in the past was a joke or empty talk, because after all

that she had done, she had gained nothing and had ended up in this situation instead.

How would Stanley hate her so much?

Should she be sent to prison, or should he execute her himself?

If she had been sent to prison, she would not have lasted long in jail, because she had committed

enough of these to get the death penalty.

And for Stanley's own execution, how could Stanley continue to let her live since he hated her so

much?

He would only let her go to hell and make amends to his parents, so there was no way he would let her

continue to live.

Furthermore, six months ago, when she was discharged from the hospital, the hospital people had told

her that her body was so damaged due to the car accident that she would only have a maximum of ten

years to live.

In other words, either of the three ways, she would be dead.

In that case, what more could she hope for?

She was tired, really tired.

From the moment Henry told her that he would never love her again, told her that he would never see

her again, she realized that she was tired and wanted so badly to end it all.

Thinking about this, Ivy began to grab the quilt and crawl up and towards the edge of the bed.

The next second, her entire body fell right off the edge of the bed and onto the floor with a loud thud.

Coupled with the fact that both legs were also knocked, Ivy screamed out in pain.

Outside the door, the two bodyguards guarding her heard her and hurriedly opened the door, "What's

going on?"

Ivy did not respond and did not bother with her legs.

She bit her lower lip in a death grip, fighting back the excruciating pain in her legs, contorting her face

and crawling towards the bathroom in cold sweat.

The two bodyguards were relieved to see this.

"Come on, leave her alone, she probably needs to go to the toilet." One of the bodyguards said.

The other bodyguard wondered, "Why didn't she call someone when she went to the toilet? She fell off

the bed and dropped herself, she was an idiot, wasn't she?"

"What do you care? She didn't call anyone and dropped herself, she had it coming, anyway Mr. Murphy

has ordered that we just watch her and don't let her die."

"You are right."

The two bodyguards stopped caring and re-closed the door behind them and retreated.

Both of their taunts fell on Ivy's ears.

If it were any other time, she would have hated to kill these two people.

But now, she was no longer responsive.

From the time Henry left, she could clearly feel that she had lost half of her soul, and the remaining

half, no longer able to lift her spirits, became self-destructive.

She was thinking, let's just leave it at that, think about nothing, do nothing, don't fight for anything, but

make it easy on herself.

Such thoughts having been acted upon, she really felt her whole being, all of a sudden, much lighter.

And with the relief, she wanted to unwind even more.

Ivy painfully crawled bit by bit towards the bathroom, and after a long crawl, she finally reached the

bathroom door.

And both her legs, which were actually on the floor, were touched and skinned, leaving a long trail of

blood.

But Ivy didn't care about that as she continued to crawl forward into the bathroom, and then stared at

the bathroom mirror.

Ivy stared for a long, long time, then suddenly grabbed the shower gel next to the toilet and smashed it

hard at the mirror.

The mirror shattered at once.

Shards of glass rained down on the floor, spreading out all over the place, and many even flew directly

onto Ivy, stabbing her skin.

But she didn't even bother, instead lying on her back, trembling, reaching out and rummaging through a

pile of glass shards for something.

Outside, the two bodyguards naturally heard the commotion coming from inside the house.

"What's going on? It looks like something broke." One of the bodyguards said, "It's not like she broke

the glass in the bathroom window and tried to run out of the bathroom, is it?"

At these words, he was given a blank look by another bodyguard, "Are you stupid? How can she run

when her legs are broken? She can't even climb up the window, besides, that window was half sealed

at the very beginning, when she was first locked up here, so even if her legs were good, she couldn't

run away from the window, I guess her legs were inconvenienced and she broke it by accident."

"You're right, but I'd better go in and have a look, in case she dies, we both can't afford to take

responsibility for that."

"Yes, yes, yes, go in there."

The two bodyguards were afraid that after breaking the glass, Ivy would accidentally get hurt by the

glass and then die, so they hurriedly opened the door and went in to check the situation.

Arriving at the door of the bathroom, the two bodyguards saw the inside of the bathroom.

It was a shock to see Ivy lying on a pile of glass, with her hands and feet, as well as her face, all

marked by glass scratches.

"What's wrong with you? How did this mirror break?" The two bodyguards rushed in and pulled Ivy up

from the pile of debris.

It would be a problem to lie down any further in case a sharp fragment got lodged in her body.

Ivy lowered her eyes and did not speak.

The two bodyguards were furious at the sight, but there was nothing they could do, and not expecting RêAd lat𝙚St chapters at Novel(D)ra/ma.Org Only

her to actually answer, they helplessly racked her out.

"Stay well!" The two bodyguards threw Ivy on the bed and then went to the bathroom to clean up the

shards of glass.

As they cleaned, they cursed and said that Ivy was giving them a hard time.

Ivy's palms tightened as she listened to the bodyguards' disgusted words, but in the next second, she

loosened them again, then lifted her dress, reached into it with a trembling hand, and from inside it,

took out a very sharp piece.

It was the glass shards of the mirror.

The fragment was triangular in shape, and one of the sharp corners, extraordinarily long and pointed,

was almost ten centimeters left, and was as sharp as the point of a knife.

The sharp corners were also very sharp on both sides, and when Ivy reached out and touched them,

the edge cut right through her index finger, bleeding out.

Ivy put her index finger in her mouth and pursed it, then lifted the pillow and placed the shard of glass

underneath it, before closing her eyes and starting to sleep.

The two bodyguards came out after sweeping up the shards of glass and looked at her, getting even

angrier when they saw she was asleep.

"This woman broke the mirror, we cleaned it up for her and she actually fell asleep herself."

"Forget it, she is dying, there's no point in counting it, let's go."

Two bodyguards went out, one carrying cleaning tools and the other carrying shards of glass.

The moment they closed the door behind them, Ivy on the bed opened her eyes unexpectedly and her

grip on the glass shards tightening.

Sure enough, even the two bodyguards knew what would happen to her.

As soon as Stanley returned home, he went straight to the study, and Fraser also went there,

discussing something.

Violet looked upstairs and was worried about Stanley.

She hoped Stanley could pull himself together.

Of course, while worrying about Stanley, Violet's heart was also dull and sullen.

Because the amount of information Ivy has revealed today was so shocking that she could not even

calm her heart right now.