When She Walks Away (Teresa) 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.

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?”

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

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

She didn’t react at all, answering calmly, “Alright.”

The doctor was a bit thrown by how calm she seemed, left at a total loss for words.

Once he’d finished checking her over, he quietly left the room.

Teresa curled up under the covers, quietly wiping away her tears–she didn’t dare make a sound.

A short while later, the nurse came in again.

Listening to Teresa’s stifled sobs, the young nurse spoke up, her voice laced with worry. “You just had a dilation procedure, and you’re in your recovery period now. Crying is the worst thing for you–if you keep this up, when you’re older your eyes will tear up at the slightest breeze.”

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Teresa listened to the nurse’s gentle concern and managed a muffled “Mm.”

After the nurse left, Teresa felt even more hurt–all the injustice pressing down on her heart.

The blood on her forehead had already crusted over; she couldn’t even feel the pain anymore.

It was going to be a sleepless night.

Lying in bed, Teresa kept tossing and turning, but no matter what, sleep wouldn’t come to her.

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Teresa replayed Charles’s words over and over in her head, frustration clawing at her heart. ‘What does he even want from me? After everything that happened, I just… don’t get it,‘ she thought, rubbing at her eyes.

She tossed and turned restlessly until two in the morning, when exhaustion finally pulled her under and Teresa fell into a troubled sleep.

She’d barely fallen asleep when someone yanked her blanket away.

A rush of cold air jolted Teresa awake.

Her eyes adjusted, and she realized it was Roselyn.