Madam Winters-s Fight For Her Children

"Eternal Love: A Heartbreaking Betrayal"

"Jane Wilson, get in there yourself, dont make me do it, you unworthy woman to bear my child." Richard Wilsons brow was tightly furrowed, an expression of impatience etched on his face.

"Please, let me keep this child, three years, Ive never asked you for anything, as long as you let me keep this child, Im willing to do anything you want." Jane Wilson crawled at his feet, her head knocking on the ground with a thud.

The commotion attracted more and more onlookers, and Richard Wilsons heart, already hardened, became even more ruthless.

Glancing down at the woman kneeling on the ground, a mocking smile played on his lips, "Jane Wilson, from the day you climbed into my bed, you should have known you lost the right to ask me for anything."

Jane Wilsons forehead was bleeding, kneeling on the cold ground, when suddenly a pain in her stomach made her curl up on the ground, rolling in agony. Sweat mixed with the blood on her forehead, blurring her vision. She wiped it away, "Richard, but this is also your child."

Richard Wilson kicked Jane Wilsons leg without any mercy and dragged her up by her hair, "I have never acknowledged him as my child, I dont know whose bastard it is, get in there and stop embarrassing yourself."

Jane Wilsons scalp was pulled painfully, forcing her to look up at the man who was usually handsome and now looked fierce. Her heart ached in waves.

In a moment of distraction, Richard Wilson pushed her into the operating room as the door opened, without any hesitation or pity.

"I leave it to you, make sure the child is removed." His voice was cold and emotionless, without any fluctuation. Jane Wilson and the child seemed like strangers to him.

Jane Wilson knew Richard Wilson hated her, but she didnt expect him to hate their child as well.

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Inside the operating room, two nurses struggled to hold down the struggling Jane Wilson.

She lay on the bed and eventually gave up fighting. No matter what, Richard Wilson would not let her have this child, so what was the point of resisting.

"No anesthesia needed." Jane Wilson felt as if she had gone mad, falling in love with the pain that Richard Wilson inflicted on her.

She was waiting, waiting for herself to give up, waiting for herself to give up her love for him.

"Relax, spread your legs." The doctors cold hands in plastic gloves pried open Jane Wilsons tightly closed legs.

The cold metal entered her body bit by bit, Jane Wilson closed her eyes, biting her lips tightly, her fingernails deeply embedded in her palms, the pain causing her to see stars.

But no physical pain could compare to the heartache.

At the end, her mouth was full of the taste of blood, Jane Wilson spat out a mouthful, the bright red color stinging her eyes.

"Could you find me a ward, I need to rest for a while." Jane Wilson knew Richard Wilson must have left long ago; he wouldnt wait for her outside.

Although covered with a thick blanket, Jane Wilson still felt colder and colder, especially in her stomach, which felt as if it had been filled with ice.

She curled up, and when she opened her eyes, it was getting dark. Dragging her aching body, Jane Wilson still got up and took a taxi back to the Clearwater Mansion.