When She Turns Her Back (Teresa and Charles) novel Chapter 220

Chapter 220

Teresa looked into Charles’s eyes and saw the probing, searching look in them.

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She wasn’t quite sure what he meant, but the pain stabbing through her lower abdomen made it clear–this wasn’t her usual time of the month.

Still, she stuck to her story. “It was just cramps. That’s why I fainted.”

Charles’s eyes narrowed, his voice dropping to a low growl. “Think carefully. Is there something you’re not telling me?”

Teresa caught the implication in his words and snapped, “Charles, if you’re going to lose it, just leave. I don’t have the energy for this.”

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After shouting, Teresa felt utterly spent, sweat breaking out all over her body, and the pain in her abdomen twisting even harder.

Instinctively, she placed her hand over her stomach, the sharp pain telling her this wasn’t just cramps.

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The discomfort between her legs was a stark reminder–she might have undergone surgery.

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She knew the truth deep down, but Teresa just wouldn’t let herself admit it.

Charles lifted his icy gaze, the chill in his eyes gnawing at Teresa. His voice dropped–cold and heavy. “Teresa, I’ll give you some time. Think it over and answer me when you’re sure.”

Teresa couldn’t hold it in any longer. Using the last of her strength, she demanded, “What exactly are you trying to say?”

Charles’s eyes narrowed, his tone frosty. “Oh? Is it coming back to you now?”

Teresa slumped against the bedframe, her face ghostly pale. She stared at Charles, her eyes burning red, veins spiderwebbing around

her irises.

She couldn’t summon a shred of strength, and every tiny movement sent sweat soaking her like she’d just run through a thunderstorm.

Charles’s aura was so oppressive she could barely breathe, yet he still refused to just say it.

After round after round of this standoff, Teresa thought to herself: ‘I get it. I know exactly what he’s trying to say. I think I know what happened to me.‘

When Charles still wouldn’t spit it out, Teresa finally snapped, her voice cracking. “Charles, you keep grilling me over and over. Isn’t this all because you think I got rid of your child?”

When Teresa finally admitted it, Charles’s eyes went cold and dark. He suddenly pulled out a thick stack of papers from behind his back, tossing them straight at her face.

“Teresa, how could you? That was my child! How could you just treat it like it was nothing–just gone, as if it never mattered?”

Teresa’s gaze fixed on the papers. She saw immediately what they were–her medical records, the proof of the second child she’d lost.

Facing Charles’s interrogation, Teresa shot him a bitter smile. “And why shouldn’t I? Charles, I have the freedom to make choices about my own body. Whether I kept that child or not–it was always up to me.”

Charles stared her down, his cold laugh echoing. “And me? Don’t I even deserve to know the truth at all?”

Teresa felt her chest tighten, glaring at him with red, furious eyes. “What’s the point in saying all this? You couldn’t have changed anything.”

Even though she was propped up against the bedframe, Teresa felt like she could collapse at any second–her strength barely holding her together.

Sweat soaked her, and yet her whole body was icy cold.

Seeing her so defiant, so utterly without remorse, Charles was seething. “Teresa, you took our child from us, and you can just stand there, cold as ice?”

Teresa let out a bitter laugh. “Yeah, I did. What are you going to do about it?”

Charles finally snapped. He surged forward, one hand locking around Teresa’s throat and yanking her close, his grip firm but not quite

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crushing–pulling her till she was nose–to–nose with him.

He pressed his forehead against hers, voice tight with rage as he ground out, “Teresa, are you trying to get yourself killed?”

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Teresa struggled to breathe, her bloodshot eyes glaring defiantly at him. “You only ever cared about Naomi. My life means nothing to you. So why should I risk everything to have your child? Why put my life on the line for someone who doesn’t care if I live or die?”

Charles’s grip tightened even more, his eyes reddening with rage and pain. His voice was low and throbbing, each word full of accusation. “You carried my child, but then you just went and got rid of it like it was nothing, behind my back—and you think that’s any different from murder?”

Somehow, Teresa found the strength to shove at his hand, her voice loud and unyielding. “I don’t regret it. Not for a single second.”

Ever since she’d ended the pregnancy, Teresa hadn’t felt the slightest bit of regret not even once.

Part of her even felt strangely lucky–the baby had still been so small, and at least she’d come to her senses in time.

As the words left her mouth, Charles flung her aside with sudden, violent force.

She went sprawling, her head slamming into the metal rail of the hospital bed.

Charles shot her a cold glare and yelled, “Teresa, you’re out of your mind.”

Then he stood up, not even glancing at Teresa–ignoring the fact that she’d just had surgery, ignoring the blood trickling from her split forehead…

Without a backward glance, he walked out, silent as a ghost.

Teresa lay slumped on the bed, her forehead pressed against the rail. She had no strength left to struggle, and as she turned her head, Charles’s fading figure slipped out of her sight.

She let out a bitter laugh.

She stayed in that position, not knowing how much time had passed.

Time dragged on until Teresa was numb all over, and only then did the doctor finally come in, pushing open the door.

Seeing her slumped like that, the doctor hurried over, worry written all over his face, gently straightening her up and tucking the blanket around her.

As he did, he asked softly, “Are you alright?”

Teresa shook her head numbly, not uttering a single word.

The doctor looked uneasy, then explained, “Not everything was cleared out, which led to the heavy bleeding. Luckily, you were brought in right away—after cleaning everything up and stopping the bleeding, we managed to save your life.”

Teresa was a doctor herself; she understood exactly what had happened. Still, after the doctor’s words, she only nodded, her voice flat. “Mm.”

The doctor paused, hesitant to make things harder on her, but finally said it anyway: “Because of the procedure, your uterine lining is thinner now. It may be more challenging for you to have children in the future.”

Even as a pediatric surgeon, Teresa knew the basics–none of this was lost on her.

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