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Chapter 315
The whole villa was the same as before he left, but Usha could not be found upstairs and downstairs.
“Usha! Usha!”
Henry rummaged through the room, not even letting go of the closet, but couldn’t find anyone, his vigorous chest was beating up and down, and his cold eyes were quickly covered with red blood.
Where did she go?
Is she gone?
Henry’s heart was filled with inexplicable loss and panic. Her appearance was very abnormal just now. He shouldn’t say coldly but should hug her in his arms.
He should tell her that her stiff appearance made him reluctant to force her, and following him, he would not let her take medicine, he was measured.
He should tell her more about physiology. She didn’t have a mommy since she was very young. She went to school and issued a physiology book. She shyly pressed the book to the bottom of her schoolbag, not dare to let him see it.
Henry’s heart was in a mess. He was holding the car key and wanted to find her in the car door, but then he suddenly saw the pink slippers she was wearing.
Pink slippers fell on the carpet in the living room. Looking forward, there seemed to be a person sitting in the corner of the floor-to-ceiling window, but it was blocked by the drawn curtain, which he had not seen just now.
Henry walked over quickly and stretched out his hand to open the curtain.
Usha sat on the soft carpet with her knees curled up in the corner. She buried her small face in her knees, with a shoe on one foot and a shoe on the other.
She was sitting here quietly, curled up with herself, her brown curly hair fell away in a cute and soft manner, and a faint sadness and gloom lingered all over her quietly.
Henry felt that her heart was severely grasped by a big hand. He stretched out his hand and touched her head lightly.
Usha looked up and looked at him.
Henry thought there would be tears on her face, but her face was dry, her eyes were dry, and there were no tears at all, but her pupils were a little loose.
Soon, she focused her eyes on him, “Bought the medicine?”
Henry’s voice was astringent, and he nodded, “I bought it, how old are you, how can you lose shoes when you walk?”
He knelt down and put the pink slippers in his hand on her little white feet.
Usha looked at him and lightly curled her red l!ps, “I suddenly changed my mind. I don’t want to take the medicine anymore. Throw the medicine away.”
Just now when she was sitting here, she suddenly remembered something. On the day of the miscarriage, she was sent to the hospital when she woke up from a coma. In the morning, the blood in the room had penetrated outside, and other tenants found out. They quickly called the police and took her to the hospital.
She still remembered a female doctor in a white coat looking at her with a very contemptuous look, and said to her, “Seeing that she is so unloved at such a young age, she didn’t come to the hospital for treatment, and now she has a miscarriage for another night. Because of severe blood loss, the uterus has been severely damaged, and you will never get pregnant again.”
Usha still remembered that birthday, when he slapped her in the face and was kicked out of the house by Henry’s mother.
There was no one around her, and the pain in her legs made her ashamed, so she could only bear it. Later, she had a miscarriage. The doctor told her many terms, such as miscarriage and difficult conception, etc. It was hard to get that at that time. Now she knows the meanings of all those terms and they give her different feelings each time.
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