You Complete Me novel (Skylar and Coralie)
Chapter 508

"What... What's this?"

Lucille stared at the screen. It was Franklin's side profile. Although he was covered with a blanket, she could tell that he was topless.

On the other side, Natasha pressed her face beside Franklin's as if he was kissing her.

"Ding."

"Ding."

"Ding."

Soon, the photos popped out through her WhatsApp continuously.

Some of them were Franklin's private parts, and some were Natasha's selfies. Next to her, there was a used condom hung on the trash can, which was eye-catching. What had happened in this room? It was obvious that...

At the bottom, there was a text from Natasha: Lucille, your man belongs to me now.

Seeing this, Lucille felt heart-wrenching pain instantly and was short of breath. Her vision turned vague as her tears welled up.

"You are lying... It's impossible..."

She wanted to call Natasha at first, but she did not have the courage.

She fixed her sight on the call button for a long time but did not press it. Then she received Natasha's message again.

Natasha: Lucille, why didn't you tell me that President Moore is so good at having s*x? I finally know how wonderful it is.

Yes, Lucille knew very well that he was good at that aspect.

Natasha's words had made her believe that something had happened between the two of them.

If it was someone else, Lucille could really convince herself to forgive Franklin, but Natasha...

She had done so many things. To Lucille, Franklin was not the only reason that caused her child's cleft lip. Natasha and Alma played their parts as well!

Natasha: Lucille?

Natasha: Have you slept yet?

Natasha: I'm sorry. I didn't mean to steal your man's heart. It's just that President Moore said that he likes clean women...

Her messages came one after another, causing Lucille's wall to collapse bit by bit.

She was not a strong person usually. At this moment, she felt desperate and hopeless.

Although maternal love made her strong, Lucille was gradually moving towards the most passive path at this time.

As soon as she closed her eyes, those pictures, text messages, and the child's cleft lips broke her down.

"No..."

Lucille stood up and saw the eyebrow razor not far away.

It was a sharp eyebrow razor without a cover. Looking at it, Lucille suddenly felt that she was too tired to live...

There was a voice in her head constantly telling her, "Go, as long as you do it, everything will be over."

Being instigated by the voice, she trod over and picked up the razor. Then, she slowly moved the razor towards her vein...

"It's over as long as I cut, isn't it?"

Lucille muttered to herself. At this moment, she didn't feel afraid at all. She merely felt that as long as she cut her wrist, she would be free.

At this time, her hand didn't seem to be a part of her body. She cut her wrist bit by bit...

The blood spurted out in an instant and then flowed out slowly.

Glancing at the blood, Lucille was not afraid at all, nor did she feel pain. She only felt that everything was over...

She would never be miserable in the future. Anyway, she was just a nobody. No one would feel sad even if she died.

Lucille watched the blood splatter as if she was waiting for the end of her life. She felt that her whole body was getting colder, and she began to have difficulty in breathing... She had never experienced fetal movement. Just then, she clearly felt a little foot kick her in the belly.

"Baby..."

Lucille forced herself to raise her head, and she looked at her belly. There was a small hump that soon disappeared.

She caressed her belly with her hand and could feel that the baby was stretching out its hand to touch her through the belly...

It was as if the baby was telling her not to give up!

Lucille moved her hand to another spot, and the spot would bulge up too as if the baby was really communicating with her! "Baby... Baby..."

All of a sudden, Lucille felt that she could not die!

She definitely could not die!

She wanted to live, even if she was alone, even if the baby had a cleft lip. So what? As long as the baby was there, she had to live strong.

Lucille regretted it. She wanted to get her phone, which was placed far away from her. However, she had lost strength gradually. She felt colder and she was frightened.

At this time, the strong desire to survive made her dare not relax. She squeezed her bleeding left hand on the sofa, hoping that the blood could stop...

Then she went to get the phone with her right hand.

She moved her fingers forward little by little and muttered to herself, "Baby, I won't die. I won't die for sure."

But the phone was placed too far away. Lucille felt that she was exhausted, but she did not dare to give up. Abby said that she would meet a friend and discuss the software. Thus, she would come back late.

At this moment, Lucille really wished that Abby was around...

She couldn't reach her cell phone. She was exhausted, and her eyelids felt heavy.

Lucille knew what this feeling was...

"Creak!"

Just as Lucille was drowning in despair, the door opened.

The next second, she heard a familiar voice. "Lucille! What's wrong with you? Have you gone mad?"

It was Abby's voice. Lucille slowly closed her eyes. She clutched Abby's outstretched hand tightly and opened her mouth slightly. She whispered weakly, "Help me..."

When Lucille opened her eyes again, she knew that she was in the hospital.

She sat up and asked the nurse to come to her when she saw that her belly was still bulging.

As soon as the nurse came in and saw that Lucille had woken up, she asked immediately, "Where is your husband? How can he let you be alone? He should pay attention to your antepartum depression." Lucille asked, "Is my baby alright?"

"Well, it's alright." The nurse said straightforwardly, "But I can't assure you if you continue to torture yourself. We had a check-up. Your child has a cleft lip, right? You shouldn't do that because of this. Look at me. I also had a cleft lip when I was a child. Can you tell that now?"

"Did you have a cleft lip?" Lucille gazed at the nurse. When she peered at her lip carefully, it was different from that of ordinary people. However, after concealing it with lipstick, it was no longer obvious.

"Yes. You see, it's no big deal. Medical science is well-developed now. Children born with a cleft lips can undergo an operation. They will be no different from a normal person. Trust me," the nurse comforted her kindly.

"Thank you. I won't do this again." Lucille had made up her mind before she lost her consciousness the day before.

The nurse added, "Have a good rest. We have prepared a meal for you, and it will be sent over by noon."

"Okay." Lucille nodded.

After the nurse went out, Lucille saw the phone next to her and took it over. The photos from Natasha were still on it, thus she blacklisted her without hesitation.

Then, she dialed Franklin's number from memory.

After a long time, the call was connected.

"Hello."

Franklin's voice sounded obviously different from usual, but Lucille knew that it was no longer important for her.

Lucille held the phone and began after a moment of silence, "Mr. Moore, I have gotten rid of the child. Sorry for bothering you these days. I will not contact you again in the future." She finished her words as quickly as possible and hung up.