“Mom, we can’t wait until Lorenzo arrives. Contact the hospital now!”
She frantically tried reaching the hospital where I was scheduled for my prenatal checkup. But I had remotely set up her phone and no matter how often she called, the hospital line went unanswered.
Blood seeped from my lower body, growing heavier by the minute. Natalie, utterly distraught, clutched the phone, paralyzed with helplessness.
“Mom, contact any nearby hospital! The baby can’t wait!”
Seeing my strength rapidly fading, she quickly dialed the hospital where I was scheduled for my surgery.
Minutes later, the doctor rushed in, hoisting me onto a stretcher. “Hurry to the hospital! We’re afraid the baby can’t be saved.”
Natalie followed me downstairs, but the locksmith staff grabbed her arm and said, “I’ve called the police. You can’t leave.”
In the ambulance, I clutched to the doctor’s sleeve. “Help me terminate this pregnancy and I’ll join you in seeking revenge!”
