Trial Of The Senses

ity ward of t

ood and disinfectant d

spital bed, sweat matting

aby, my baby..." She stroked her flat stomach and

uld...' It had been nearly 24 hours since she was wheeled out of the operating room. And yet, those wor

, the doo

d around and saw

"Francis, what took you so lon

permarket for shopping as per his request. When she went out, she was knocked down unex

he called another four or five times, but no one answered. With much determina

passed out from the amount of pain she was feeling. What was waiting for her when she wok

find him!" Much to Ashley Fang's surprise, Francis Xue didn't say a thing. As he walked c

ing her pallid face, Francis Xue leaned agai

oes. As he stood there beside Ashley Fang, who looked utterly distraught

understood that the death of their baby meant nothing to him. 'Why

she came to herself, she grabbed his clothes and asked in a tre

e in Ashley Fang's life. As she laid there in bed, she felt as if her

usband... No one

Francis Xue said in a soft,

through the door. As soon as she saw Francis Xue, she beamed from ear to

ng here?" Ashley Fang aske

ender and radiant skin. "Isn't it obvious? I'm here to say farewell to your poor son. Look,

teeth as she glower

dered. "You are banned from the Fang's house! Do

Tell you what, we have already thrown him in a dustbin. Now he might have be

as not until now that she r

had a stillbirth?" she asked, her voice shaking. "And why does she keep saying 'we

Francis, but he said nothi

d care to his wife on his face -

hat Ashley felt an unbe

er was o

a retorted with a hint of sarcasm in her voice. Her face was a look of disgust as s

But, just when she thought she couldn't feel any more miserable,

, his face as blank as a slate. It was

ith great care and effort, only to have it lost to the hands of death. Instead supporting her like a good husband, he'd

ily rolled down her eyes. "Francis..." she cried,

Francis coldly interrupted her. "I've n

erment. Furrowing her brows, she shook her head

getting impatient wit

out the prepared divorce agreement and stuffed a pen into

alk was cheap. "I'll do it myself!" s

ge was hopeless,

anger surged up from Ashley's heart. How could Fra

looked at the man standing beside her sickbed. The man was the same

In fact, Francis had never laid a finger on Ashley ever since their wedding night. Since that day, this was the first time that Franci

n acting while he studied directing. It seemed like a match made in heaven. For four years, the two loved each other unconditionally. Francis even p