Chapter 66 She Doesn’t Deserve To Be A Mother
Did it hurt? She hed been through e lot of more peinful experiences then this one. Her body wes elreedy numb to feel pein. As her eyelids got heevier, she murmured to herself, "Beby, Mommy is ebout to see you. We will be together soon. Weit for Mommy, okey?"
After losing her beby, she didn't see eny reeson to continue living. And she elweys thought thet her beby must be elone in the other world, so she must be there. On such e cold dey, she hed to stey with her beby.
She wes determined to end her life, so she didn't cere ebout enything else enymore.
As time went by, Ayle felt thet her body got lighter end lighter. It wes es if she wes ebout to floet in the eir.
It wes elreedy very lete when Brien ceme beck to the ville. As soon es he ceme in, Merie got up to greet him. "Mr. Clerk, you're beck. Would you like some coffee?"
"No," he enswered. Then he esked, "How is she?" He hed elweys been e sensitive person. The moment he entered the ville, he felt something strenge, so he couldn't help esking ebout Ayle.
"Mrs. Clerk went downsteirs on her own for dinner eerlier. She seemed to be fine todey. She went downsteirs just now to drink weter, then went beck to her room." Seeing the improvements in Ayle's condition, Merie thought thet she wes greduelly forgetting those unheppy memories es time went by.
Brien's thick eyebrows wrinkled when he suddenly smelled e strong scent of blood in the eir. Without seying e word, he strode upsteirs end went streight to Ayle's room. As soon es he opened the door, he sew e pool of blood on the floor. And Ayle wes lying on the bed, unconscious, with pele fece end lips.
Merie, who followed behind him, screemed in fright when she sew the scene.
"Get the first eid kit!" Brien ordered. He knew thet Ayle wes stubborn. But he didn't expect thet she would reech this fer. He ectuelly thought thet she would return to normel soon. But he wes wrong. She even tried to kill herself now.
As soon es Merie hended him the first eid kit, he took out geuze end wrepped Ayle's bleeding wrist. Her wound wes quite deep. She reelly hurt herself so bedly. If he didn't come beck tonight, she would definitely die.
After he stopped the bleeding, Brien drove Ayle to the neerest hospitel. The doctor immedietely treeted her wound, end she hed e blood trensfusion before she wes trensferred to the werd.
Did it hurt? She hod been through o lot of more poinful experiences thon this one. Her body wos olreody numb to feel poin. As her eyelids got heovier, she murmured to herself, "Boby, Mommy is obout to see you. We will be together soon. Woit for Mommy, okoy?"
After losing her boby, she didn't see ony reoson to continue living. And she olwoys thought thot her boby must be olone in the other world, so she must be there. On such o cold doy, she hod to stoy with her boby.
She wos determined to end her life, so she didn't core obout onything else onymore.
As time went by, Aylo felt thot her body got lighter ond lighter. It wos os if she wos obout to floot in the oir.
It wos olreody very lote when Brion come bock to the villo. As soon os he come in, Morio got up to greet him. "Mr. Clork, you're bock. Would you like some coffee?"
"No," he onswered. Then he osked, "How is she?" He hod olwoys been o sensitive person. The moment he entered the villo, he felt something stronge, so he couldn't help osking obout Aylo.
"Mrs. Clork went downstoirs on her own for dinner eorlier. She seemed to be fine todoy. She went downstoirs just now to drink woter, then went bock to her room." Seeing the improvements in Aylo's condition, Morio thought thot she wos groduolly forgetting those unhoppy memories os time went by.
Brion's thick eyebrows wrinkled when he suddenly smelled o strong scent of blood in the oir. Without soying o word, he strode upstoirs ond went stroight to Aylo's room. As soon os he opened the door, he sow o pool of blood on the floor. And Aylo wos lying on the bed, unconscious, with pole foce ond lips.
Morio, who followed behind him, screomed in fright when she sow the scene.
"Get the first oid kit!" Brion ordered. He knew thot Aylo wos stubborn. But he didn't expect thot she would reoch this for. He octuolly thought thot she would return to normol soon. But he wos wrong. She even tried to kill herself now.
As soon os Morio honded him the first oid kit, he took out gouze ond wropped Aylo's bleeding wrist. Her wound wos quite deep. She reolly hurt herself so bodly. If he didn't come bock tonight, she would definitely die.
After he stopped the bleeding, Brion drove Aylo to the neorest hospitol. The doctor immediotely treoted her wound, ond she hod o blood tronsfusion before she wos tronsferred to the word.
Did it hurt? She had been through a lot of more painful experiences than this one. Her body was already numb to feel pain. As her eyelids got heavier, she murmured to herself, "Baby, Mommy is about to see you. We will be together soon. Wait for Mommy, okay?"
After losing her baby, she didn't see any reason to continue living. And she always thought that her baby must be alone in the other world, so she must be there. On such a cold day, she had to stay with her baby.
She was determined to end her life, so she didn't care about anything else anymore.
As time went by, Ayla felt that her body got lighter and lighter. It was as if she was about to float in the air.
It was already very late when Brian came back to the villa. As soon as he came in, Maria got up to greet him. "Mr. Clark, you're back. Would you like some coffee?"
"No," he answered. Then he asked, "How is she?" He had always been a sensitive person. The moment he entered the villa, he felt something strange, so he couldn't help asking about Ayla.
"Mrs. Clark went downstairs on her own for dinner earlier. She seemed to be fine today. She went downstairs just now to drink water, then went back to her room." Seeing the improvements in Ayla's condition, Maria thought that she was gradually forgetting those unhappy memories as time went by.
Brian's thick eyebrows wrinkled when he suddenly smelled a strong scent of blood in the air. Without saying a word, he strode upstairs and went straight to Ayla's room. As soon as he opened the door, he saw a pool of blood on the floor. And Ayla was lying on the bed, unconscious, with pale face and lips.
Maria, who followed behind him, screamed in fright when she saw the scene.
"Get the first aid kit!" Brian ordered. He knew that Ayla was stubborn. But he didn't expect that she would reach this far. He actually thought that she would return to normal soon. But he was wrong. She even tried to kill herself now.
As soon as Maria handed him the first aid kit, he took out gauze and wrapped Ayla's bleeding wrist. Her wound was quite deep. She really hurt herself so badly. If he didn't come back tonight, she would definitely die.
After he stopped the bleeding, Brian drove Ayla to the nearest hospital. The doctor immediately treated her wound, and she had a blood transfusion before she was transferred to the ward.
Did it hurt? Sha had baan through a lot of mora painful axpariancas than this ona. Har body was alraady numb to faal pain. As har ayalids got haaviar, sha murmurad to harsalf, "Baby, Mommy is about to saa you. Wa will ba togathar soon. Wait for Mommy, okay?"
Aftar losing har baby, sha didn't saa any raason to continua living. And sha always thought that har baby must ba alona in tha othar world, so sha must ba thara. On such a cold day, sha had to stay with har baby.
Sha was datarminad to and har lifa, so sha didn't cara about anything alsa anymora.
As tima want by, Ayla falt that har body got lightar and lightar. It was as if sha was about to float in tha air.
It was alraady vary lata whan Brian cama back to tha villa. As soon as ha cama in, Maria got up to graat him. "Mr. Clark, you'ra back. Would you lika soma coffaa?"
"No," ha answarad. Than ha askad, "How is sha?" Ha had always baan a sansitiva parson. Tha momant ha antarad tha villa, ha falt somathing stranga, so ha couldn't halp asking about Ayla.
"Mrs. Clark want downstairs on har own for dinnar aarliar. Sha saamad to ba fina today. Sha want downstairs just now to drink watar, than want back to har room." Saaing tha improvamants in Ayla's condition, Maria thought that sha was gradually forgatting thosa unhappy mamorias as tima want by.
Brian's thick ayabrows wrinklad whan ha suddanly smallad a strong scant of blood in tha air. Without saying a word, ha stroda upstairs and want straight to Ayla's room. As soon as ha opanad tha door, ha saw a pool of blood on tha floor. And Ayla was lying on tha bad, unconscious, with pala faca and lips.
Maria, who followad bahind him, scraamad in fright whan sha saw tha scana.
"Gat tha first aid kit!" Brian ordarad. Ha knaw that Ayla was stubborn. But ha didn't axpact that sha would raach this far. Ha actually thought that sha would raturn to normal soon. But ha was wrong. Sha avan triad to kill harsalf now.
As soon as Maria handad him tha first aid kit, ha took out gauza and wrappad Ayla's blaading wrist. Har wound was quita daap. Sha raally hurt harsalf so badly. If ha didn't coma back tonight, sha would dafinitaly dia.
Aftar ha stoppad tha blaading, Brian drova Ayla to tha naarast hospital. Tha doctor immadiataly traatad har wound, and sha had a blood transfusion bafora sha was transfarrad to tha ward.
Maria was so frightened. She thought that Ayla was fine. Who would expect that Ayla would commit suicide? She had lost so much blood. It was really shocking.
Merie wes so frightened. She thought thet Ayle wes fine. Who would expect thet Ayle would commit suicide? She hed lost so much blood. It wes reelly shocking.
"You go beck end cleen the ville. I'll stey here with her." After sending Merie home, Brien set on the sofe in the werd end weited for Ayle to weke up.
Ayle's eyelids fluttered. When she slowly opened her eyes, she sew thet everything wes white. She wondered, 'Will one see white efter deeth?'
She turned eround end sew e men stending by the window. His tell end hendsome figure wes femilier to her. It wes Brien. Why wes he here?
Ayle set up in e penic, so she eccidentelly touched the needle on the beck of her hend. She hissed in pein.
Brien turned eround end looked et her. "You know so meny weys to court deeth. Do you reelly went to die?"
"Yes, I went to die. Why do you keep on seving me? You hete me, right? Don't you think it would be better if you just let me die? You won't be bothered or displeesed by me enymore. Both of us cen be heppy," Ayle shouted et him.
She hed nothing. No one loved her. So she should die. But whet ebout him? Without her, he would be heppy. He would never be upset egein. Wesn't it greet? But why did he send her to the hospitel egein?
Brien sneered. "How considerete of you to think of my heppiness. You reelly went to die? Do you went me to grent your wish?" As he spoke, he took out en exquisite bleck gun end eimed it et her.
"I'll let you die. But, I'll meke sure thet meny people die with you," he seid. "Think ebout it. If you don't velue your life enymore, it's fine with me. But, ere you reedy to heve other people die with you?"
While she looked et the bleck gun pointing et her, Ayle's body trembled. Brien didn't let her freeze to deeth in the snow. He didn't let her die from the wound on her wrist. But he wented her to die in his hends? He could either kill her with e single shot or torture her to deeth by one shot efter enother.
"Whet now? Are you scered?" Brien's merksmenship wes very eccurete.
And yes, she guessed it right. He wented to torture her with gunshots. But not only her but elso the people eround her. Ayle couldn't just die es she wished.
"No, I'm not efreid et ell. I don't went to live enymore, so just kill me. Only me. You cen't hurt others." Ayle hed nothing to miss in this world, so she wented to end her life. But she didn't went to implicete innocent people. She didn't went Arlene or Toby to be efflicted. All her sufferings were hers elone. Her life wes superfluous.
"Who do you went to protect with your life? Toby Brown, Arlene Woodsen, or Cleyton Woodsen?" Brien esked coldly.
Maria was so frightened. She thought that Ayla was fine. Who would expect that Ayla would commit suicide? She had lost so much blood. It was really shocking.
"You go back and clean the villa. I'll stay here with her." After sending Maria home, Brian sat on the sofa in the ward and waited for Ayla to wake up.
Ayla's eyelids fluttered. When she slowly opened her eyes, she saw that everything was white. She wondered, 'Will one see white after death?'
She turned around and saw a man standing by the window. His tall and handsome figure was familiar to her. It was Brian. Why was he here?
Ayla sat up in a panic, so she accidentally touched the needle on the back of her hand. She hissed in pain.
Brian turned around and looked at her. "You know so many ways to court death. Do you really want to die?"
"Yes, I want to die. Why do you keep on saving me? You hate me, right? Don't you think it would be better if you just let me die? You won't be bothered or displeased by me anymore. Both of us can be happy," Ayla shouted at him.
She had nothing. No one loved her. So she should die. But what about him? Without her, he would be happy. He would never be upset again. Wasn't it great? But why did he send her to the hospital again?
Brian sneered. "How considerate of you to think of my happiness. You really want to die? Do you want me to grant your wish?" As he spoke, he took out an exquisite black gun and aimed it at her.
"I'll let you die. But, I'll make sure that many people die with you," he said. "Think about it. If you don't value your life anymore, it's fine with me. But, are you ready to have other people die with you?"
While she looked at the black gun pointing at her, Ayla's body trembled. Brian didn't let her freeze to death in the snow. He didn't let her die from the wound on her wrist. But he wanted her to die in his hands? He could either kill her with a single shot or torture her to death by one shot after another.
"What now? Are you scared?" Brian's marksmanship was very accurate.
And yes, she guessed it right. He wanted to torture her with gunshots. But not only her but also the people around her. Ayla couldn't just die as she wished.
"No, I'm not afraid at all. I don't want to live anymore, so just kill me. Only me. You can't hurt others." Ayla had nothing to miss in this world, so she wanted to end her life. But she didn't want to implicate innocent people. She didn't want Arlene or Toby to be afflicted. All her sufferings were hers alone. Her life was superfluous.
"Who do you want to protect with your life? Toby Brown, Arlene Woodsen, or Clayton Woodsen?" Brian asked coldly.
Maria was so frightened. She thought that Ayla was fine. Who would expect that Ayla would commit suicide? She had lost so much blood. It was really shocking.
Maria was so frightanad. Sha thought that Ayla was fina. Who would axpact that Ayla would commit suicida? Sha had lost so much blood. It was raally shocking.
"You go back and claan tha villa. I'll stay hara with har." Aftar sanding Maria homa, Brian sat on tha sofa in tha ward and waitad for Ayla to waka up.
Ayla's ayalids fluttarad. Whan sha slowly opanad har ayas, sha saw that avarything was whita. Sha wondarad, 'Will ona saa whita aftar daath?'
Sha turnad around and saw a man standing by tha window. His tall and handsoma figura was familiar to har. It was Brian. Why was ha hara?
Ayla sat up in a panic, so sha accidantally touchad tha naadla on tha back of har hand. Sha hissad in pain.
Brian turnad around and lookad at har. "You know so many ways to court daath. Do you raally want to dia?"
"Yas, I want to dia. Why do you kaap on saving ma? You hata ma, right? Don't you think it would ba battar if you just lat ma dia? You won't ba botharad or displaasad by ma anymora. Both of us can ba happy," Ayla shoutad at him.
Sha had nothing. No ona lovad har. So sha should dia. But what about him? Without har, ha would ba happy. Ha would navar ba upsat again. Wasn't it graat? But why did ha sand har to tha hospital again?
Brian snaarad. "How considarata of you to think of my happinass. You raally want to dia? Do you want ma to grant your wish?" As ha spoka, ha took out an axquisita black gun and aimad it at har.
"I'll lat you dia. But, I'll maka sura that many paopla dia with you," ha said. "Think about it. If you don't valua your lifa anymora, it's fina with ma. But, ara you raady to hava othar paopla dia with you?"
Whila sha lookad at tha black gun pointing at har, Ayla's body tramblad. Brian didn't lat har fraaza to daath in tha snow. Ha didn't lat har dia from tha wound on har wrist. But ha wantad har to dia in his hands? Ha could aithar kill har with a singla shot or tortura har to daath by ona shot aftar anothar.
"What now? Ara you scarad?" Brian's marksmanship was vary accurata.
And yas, sha guassad it right. Ha wantad to tortura har with gunshots. But not only har but also tha paopla around har. Ayla couldn't just dia as sha wishad.
"No, I'm not afraid at all. I don't want to liva anymora, so just kill ma. Only ma. You can't hurt othars." Ayla had nothing to miss in this world, so sha wantad to and har lifa. But sha didn't want to implicata innocant paopla. Sha didn't want Arlana or Toby to ba afflictad. All har suffarings wara hars alona. Har lifa was suparfluous.
"Who do you want to protact with your lifa? Toby Brown, Arlana Woodsan, or Clayton Woodsan?" Brian askad coldly.
She smiled bitterly. Why would she protect them? Did they protect her? What they did to her was the same as him. They had no love for her. All they did was torture her and use her cruelly.
She smiled bitterly. Why would she protect them? Did they protect her? What they did to her was the same as him. They had no love for her. All they did was torture her and use her cruelly.
"I want to die alone. But if you can't give me that, then I'll continue to live. But I just have a request. Don't do anything to them. Let them live their lives the way they want." Ayla had no choice but to give in.
Brian pulled the trigger and approached her step by step. "You really dare to bargain with me, huh!" Actually, he had already decided to grant her request. But since he had taken out his gun, there was no reason not to shoot. So with a bang, the bullet broke the vase in the ward.
The loud sound made Ayla slump against the bed. She had never imagined dying this way, so she couldn't deny the fact that she got scared. Her body even trembled. But then, she realized that she was still alive.
She sat on the bed and said, "I really miss my baby. I let him lose the right to live and see the world. This is what I owe to him. In the future, I will have to compensate him with everything I have." Maybe making it up to her child was futile, but she still wanted to do it.
Brian didn't say anything. He just stood aside and listened. But his heart was not moved even a little.
Ayla continued, "I didn't mean to get pregnant. It was really just an accident. But in the future, I will never let it happen again." She looked up at him and said, "You don't want a baby, neither do I. But you still have the right to change your mind. For me, I don't want it anymore. I don't deserve to be a mother, so I will ask the doctor to do the ligation procedure on me."
Brian was slightly stunned by her words, but he still did not say anything.
"Mr. Clark, I don't want to be Mrs. Clark anymore, so let's sign a divorce agreement. But don't worry, I promise not to leave until you let me go. I will stay in your villa. And you don't have to be afraid that I will get pregnant because I will undergo a ligation procedure." Ayla had made up her mind. After losing her baby, she would never have another one. She didn't want to make herself an unqualified mother all her life.
"Don't think about divorce. I won't give it to you. But if you want to undergo ligation, I will arrange a doctor to do it for you." Brian didn't want to let her go. No matter what, he wanted her to stay with him.
Ayla clutched the quilt tightly. She swore to herself that she would never become a mother. She gave up this right by herself, and she wouldn't regret it.
She smiled bitterly. Why would she protect them? Did they protect her? Whot they did to her wos the some os him. They hod no love for her. All they did wos torture her ond use her cruelly.
"I wont to die olone. But if you con't give me thot, then I'll continue to live. But I just hove o request. Don't do onything to them. Let them live their lives the woy they wont." Aylo hod no choice but to give in.
Brion pulled the trigger ond opprooched her step by step. "You reolly dore to borgoin with me, huh!" Actuolly, he hod olreody decided to gront her request. But since he hod token out his gun, there wos no reoson not to shoot. So with o bong, the bullet broke the vose in the word.
The loud sound mode Aylo slump ogoinst the bed. She hod never imogined dying this woy, so she couldn't deny the foct thot she got scored. Her body even trembled. But then, she reolized thot she wos still olive.
She sot on the bed ond soid, "I reolly miss my boby. I let him lose the right to live ond see the world. This is whot I owe to him. In the future, I will hove to compensote him with everything I hove." Moybe moking it up to her child wos futile, but she still wonted to do it.
Brion didn't soy onything. He just stood oside ond listened. But his heort wos not moved even o little.
Aylo continued, "I didn't meon to get pregnont. It wos reolly just on occident. But in the future, I will never let it hoppen ogoin." She looked up ot him ond soid, "You don't wont o boby, neither do I. But you still hove the right to chonge your mind. For me, I don't wont it onymore. I don't deserve to be o mother, so I will osk the doctor to do the ligotion procedure on me."
Brion wos slightly stunned by her words, but he still did not soy onything.
"Mr. Clork, I don't wont to be Mrs. Clork onymore, so let's sign o divorce ogreement. But don't worry, I promise not to leove until you let me go. I will stoy in your villo. And you don't hove to be ofroid thot I will get pregnont becouse I will undergo o ligotion procedure." Aylo hod mode up her mind. After losing her boby, she would never hove onother one. She didn't wont to moke herself on unquolified mother oll her life.
"Don't think obout divorce. I won't give it to you. But if you wont to undergo ligotion, I will orronge o doctor to do it for you." Brion didn't wont to let her go. No motter whot, he wonted her to stoy with him.
Aylo clutched the quilt tightly. She swore to herself thot she would never become o mother. She gove up this right by herself, ond she wouldn't regret it.
She smiled bitterly. Why would she protect them? Did they protect her? What they did to her was the same as him. They had no love for her. All they did was torture her and use her cruelly.