I handed the phone back to him and kept my face to the side, keeping silent.

Fortunately, Christian didn't ask any questions and just lit up a cigarette in silence.

The car went down the mountain road and soon entered the city, and when it stopped, he said to me, "I think it's necessary for you to go to the hospital."

I looked back out the car window and noticed the car was parked in front of St. Louis Hospital, and I shook my head decisively.

"No, please take me home."

St. Louis Hospital was the hospital where Watson and I worked, and I couldn't show up in such a sorry state.

Christian didn't drive. His hand on the steering wheel with a cigarette clamped in it, and waited a moment to see my firm attitude before throwing the butt out the window and dropping me off outside the neighborhood at the address I had quoted.

When I got out of the car, I saw a red mass where I was sitting, really embarrassed, "Thank you, I'll give you the money for the car wash when I get a chance later."

Christian looked at me, smiled, didn't say yes, and didn't say no.

Thinking that he didn't believe me, I held my face red and said, "Why don't you wait here for a while and I'll come down and give you the money once I get up there?"

He pursed his lips and rubbed his fingers on the steering wheel, as if he was thinking about something, and only after a while did he speak slowly.

"Since I decided to give you a ride, I didn't think to count on this. I'm not going to fish in troubled waters. I just want to remind you that it is best to go to the hospital. Women are not like men. Some disease will hurt you for a lifetime."

He said this with a very serious look in his eyes. I listened to it with my eyes suddenly watering.

At this moment, I concluded that the man in front of me is a good man, but unfortunately Watson is not such a man. he not only hurt my body, but also hurt my heart.

As a result, for a long time I stopped believing in love and became defensive and fearful of the whole world.

I nodded my head and said thank you.

He quickly drove away.

When I opened the door to my home, the wedding photo stung my eyes .

The photo showed Watson holding my waist and me leaning into Watson's arms, how softly he smiled and how happily I smiled.

How ironic it is to look at it again today!

I was afraid that Watson would follow closely back, did not dare to stay more, quickly took off the dirty clothes and wiped the body with a wet towel. When I rubbed the towel, the basin of water quickly stained red.

I rubbed while indisputably dropping tears. The pain in the lower body is so clear, but far less intense than the pain in my heart.

After changing clothes, I simply packed a few clothes and took away my ID card and mobile power.

When I was leaving the house, I heard a "pop" sound, which sounded like it was coming from the study.

I stared at the door of the study, thinking that there must be a secret in the study that I did not see through, and may be the real reason why Watson suddenly tore off his mask.

I approached the study step by step. The simple act of opening the door seemed to use up all my strength.

The study was dark and empty. The curtains were gently blown up.

I turned on the light and walked in and found a book lying on the floor in front of the bookshelf.

So it must have been the book that fell on the floor just now, right?

Hearing the sound of a car coming from downstairs, I went to the window and looked down to find Watson's car returning. So I didn't stay any longer and hurried out the door.

The elevator light was on, showing that the elevator had come up. I did not want to meet him at this moment, and hurriedly hid inside the security exit.

Not long after, the elevator up, I heard the sound of Watson's footsteps out of the elevator and the sound of opening and closing the door.

From the security exit, I reluctantly glanced at the door, but faintly heard a voice coming from the room.

My heart beat faster, and the desire to uncover the truth pulled me closer.

When I put my ear to the door, the voice inside was clear to my ears.

I was so shaken that I almost screamed.

There really was a woman in the room!

"Watson, did you really kill her baby?" .

The woman's excited voice was as the same as female voice I had heard on the wire.

The voice sounded familiar to me, but I couldn't remember where I'd heard it before.

"Yes, now you believe me, right?"

Watson's tone was gentle and pleasing, completely different from the tone he used when he spoke to me earlier when he took my baby away.

My tears came again unwillingly.

I felt so stupid and defeated that I had found the clues in the study and still preferred to deceive myself.

But I really feel ridiculous, whether she can be invisible or I am blind?

It's true that I'm blind. If I wasn't blind, how could I not see Watson's true colors until today?

"Nasty, when did I not trust you? I just can't wait to be with you and don't want to be sneaky like this anymore."

The woman's delicate voice rolled up my layers of goose bumps.

One moment Watson was treating me so cruelly, and the next he was immediately warming up to another woman.

Inside the house was a triumphant orgy, and I was like a dog in water, dragging my bruised body and soul step by step away from the place I once thought was home.

I sat helplessly on the curb, like an abandoned person in the city, as cars came and went outside the neighborhood.

After the phone was connected to the mobile power and turned on, two text messages soon came in, from Watson. He should have called me after he found out I was missing.

Once upon a time, his calls were a surprise to me; now my heart flutters at the sight of his name.

A woman who had just had a miscarriage was not the right person to bother anyone, but I had to tell Niki the truth; after all, she really cared about me.

The call was answered and the overwhelming aggression came up, so much so that my voice was already accompanied by sobs just as the phone was picked up.

"Niki, I have nothing left, no more kids, no more home, I'm homeless."

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the line, and a deep, steady male voice rang out.

"Well, where are you?"

I stopped crying and looked at my phone before realizing that I had called Christian by mistake.

"Where are you? Is that where you just got off?" He asked again.

I was grateful to this man I had met, and I didn't want to bother him again, but I was so helpless that I finally gave a soft "yes".

"Wait there, I'll be right over." He hung up the phone.

Within five minutes, Christian's car pulled up in front of me again, and the window slowly rolled down to reveal his handsome face.

"Get in." He said.

I just got into his car again.

His car should have just gone for a wash, and the interior was so clean that I had the feeling that I didn't know where to put my hands and feet.

"Please take me to East Street."

My family used to live in a small alley on East Street, where the terrain was remote and the houses were old, and I hadn't been back there since I got married.

Christian drove in silence on the way, and my mind was in turmoil as I lowered my head and tapped my phone.

When I saw the bug software on the desktop of my phone, my hand stopped. Resentment, aggression and hatred tumbled in my heart.

I was really like obsessed with it. When the ambiguous sound suddenly sounded, I just found, I forgot to plug the headset!