Chapter 115 What If We Lost Our Baby?

• I tried to push myself up, but my arms gave out beneath me. The world tilted sideways as I tried to raise my head. My stomach felt like it was being torn apart from the inside. It felt as if a fire was spreading through my veins and making every breath a battle.
• “Sir Palt!” The guard, whom I had thought dead, whispered. “Get up! You have to—” His words were cut off with a wet gurgle. I tried to turn my head to see what had happened, but my neck wouldn't obey.
• I'd known pain, but none of them could prepare me for this. I felt a wet trickle on my inner thighs and tried not to think of what that would mean. It better not be what I feared.