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Helena laid on the bed, while the doctor stood beside her, and Dylan by the other side. She could hear the voice of the doctor and Dylan in her sleep, but didn't want to open her eyes. At one time, Dylan's voice became so loud that she had to open her eyes, and they stopped talking.

The doctor was a woman in her mid-thirties, who was bundled up into the van by Dylan's men.

Her face was covered until they arrived at the building,

Fear gripped Helena, seeing the doctor's sad face. Something must have happened to her baby, that was the only thought that ran through her mind.

"You're a strong woman," The doctor started but was rudely interrupted by Dylan, "Is the child dead?." Helena's lips parted, it broke her into pieces that the father of her child wanted his child dead and slowly wiped her tears off. He couldn't wait to hear the good news.

"The baby is dead." And that was the shock she felt. The child is dead, her child was dead. She stared in disbelief at the doctor and slowly to