Chapter 263: Chapter 263

###Chapter 262 How Short-Lived Is Juvenile Hemoptysis - Part 3

I smiled and looked at the black-and-white picture on the tombstone. I couldn't shed a single drop of tears, but my heart was dripping blood. I knew that she was afraid when I just lost my child and learned that something had happened to her, she would be completely unable to bear it and walk on.

"Did she leave a message for me?"

"She said that the child will be left to you to raise like your own, and you will give her a name. She said she left you a child to accompany you in the future, and you don't have to be afraid of having no one by your side and to look after you when you grow old."

Jon said it calmly as if he has been rehearsing it a thousand times.

I felt cold, but my forehead began to sweat.

Forced to endure the pain in my heart, I smiled and I just said, "Good."

As soon as I heard this, I suddenly felt a surge of weird sweetness coming from my throat, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

And I felt that my bones are giving up. It seems like my whole body could feel the pain in my heart, and my bones are loosening.

"Ivelle!"

"Miss Ivelle!"

Luckily, Jon was able to catch me and I didn't hit the ground. He looked at me sympathetically and he yelled at Kyle. "Didn't you know that she's depressed? Why did you bring her here? Are you trying to kill her?" Kyle Branson froze a little and panicked for a moment. He shook his head at a loss, "I did not know, I just thought you had other reasons why you're not letting her know, so –" "Take her to the hospital! Now" Parker Wesley said. He did not open his mouth all the time, and his face was pale.

There was a buzzing sound in my brain, and my heart was so painful that I couldn't breathe for quite a while.

I was carried into the car by Jon in a daze, and it wasn't long before I was taken to the hospital.

I thought my consciousness would at least last until we arrive at the hospital, but in the end, I fainted.

It seems to be like a particularly long sleep, as long as a lifetime.

It was indeed felt like a long sleep, with a long and deep dream. I stare at the white ceiling as I woke up, and it took me a while before I remember everything and realized that I was in the hospital.

"She's awake! Ivelle woke up." Jon's excited voice sounded, followed by Kyle Branson and Parker Wesley.

I looked at them, and I am still out of my mind as I asked them, "Why are you all here?" Kyle Branson looked at me with some red and swollen eyes. "You have hemoptysis and have been in a coma for a day and a night."

I was stupefied, and I was still very uncomfortable in my head. I was forced to endure the pain and asked, "What happened? How did it happen?"

Jon pursed his lips His throat moved as he swallowed, and pain marred his face. "Let's not talk about the past, Ivelle, shall we?"

I looked at the ceiling and felt as if my body is hurting everywhere. I said calmly, "I know what you're worried about, but Jon, I don't even know how she got there. Do you think I can live in peace?"

He bowed his head, his hands held his head, his slender fingers inserted into his hair, and his voice was hoarse and repressed. "The night of your accident, she was tricked into being confused in front of Parker Wesley's house. Later, someone told her that you were almost killed by Erin Aster because you came out from the Astley's house to find her. She thought that she had put you in danger, so she was emotionally unstable and had an accident on her way to see you. There was a lot of bleeding at that time. She knew she could not live longer, so when she left, she entrusted the child to me and let me give it to you to take care of."

There was a lump in his voice. "She knew that you had just lost your child, and she was afraid that you could not stand the blow when you heard the news of her accident, so she asked me to wait for the child to be half a year old, and then I would tell you."

In a short period of a year, I suffered from leaving and dying. I looked at the ceiling, my vision was a little blurred, my eyes hurt, but I couldn't say a word.

After a long silence, I found my voice, "Who told her the news?"

She was pregnant at that time, and in the month after my accident, I stayed with Aaron, and in those days I tried many ways to end my life.

Aaron was so busy taking care of me that he had no time to look out for the others. knowing his temper, if I didn't take the initiative to see Maisie, he would not also take the initiative to look for her, let alone requesting it from him.

"It's Eva Blakeley, Brad's assistant." He spoke in a cold voice.

Eva Blakeley!

I frowned and couldn't help thinking of the sunny girl who had been bullied by Eva Blakeley in Garfield City.

"Her?"

Jon nodded. "She went to Maisie on her own initiative. I don't know what she said to Maisie, but after Maisie talked to her, she was in a bad mood. When Maisie left, she said, never tell Brad Silverman about the baby."

She does not want to tell Brad about the baby?

I no longer open my mouth. In my life, I have to be ruthless no matter what. Maybe I was too weak at the beginning, so people thought I am just nobody that can be conned easily. Seeing that I stopped talking and just staring at the ceiling in a daze, Jon opened his mouth and called me, "Ivelle, you - "

"I'm fine."

I opened my mouth, pulled down all my emotions, and looked at Kyle Branson. "I may need you to help me with this."

Kyle Branson paused slightly, and then nodded, "Anything."

I nodded, "Thank you!"

"You don't have to say thank you, I should." He spoke solemnly.

I know that he is thanking me for helping him to ask Caldwell Blakeley, but I am still full of gratitude to him in the end.

Looking at Jon, I moved, but it still hurt all over. I asked him, "Jon, when can I get out of the hospital?"

"The doctor advises to keep you here for a few more days!" He opened his mouth and saw that I was going to get up. He helped me and said, "The Spring Festival is coming soon, Ivelle, promise me that everything will be put aside for a while, and we will have a good Spring Festival together, shall we?"

I nodded, pulled out a smile, and said, "OK, but I have to go back to the capital first. I still have a wok to do there. When I arrange my work, I will go back to Hempstead and accompany you and your children for the Spring Festival."

He frowned slightly. "Can't it wait until after the new year?"

I shook my head. "Jon, I may be on my way tonight. I have recognized Uncle Orion as my godfather. I will be in the genealogy tomorrow night, so I have to go back."

"Is it Uncle Orion Woods? "

I nodded. "That is correct."

He wrung his eyebrows. "Is it also because of Liam Weld?"

I nodded again.

He curled his lips and did not open his mouth for a long time.

After a while, he looked at me and said, "Well, I'll wait for you in Hempstead to accompany us to the Spring Festival."

"Okay. That's a deal." After a pause, I looked at him and said, "Child. Have you chosen the name for the baby?"

He shook his head. "I am waiting for you to pick it up. Maisie said, let the child take your last name."

My heart twisted painfully, my eyebrow ached vaguely, and I opened my mouth, feeling terrible. "Is he a boy or girl?"

"She's a girl."

"Then let's call her Sunshine, and you give him a nickname."

Jon was stupefied and said, "Sunshine Woods, I've brought the names of you and Maisie."

I nodded and my eyes were sore. "She will be the sunshine and warmth that Maisie and I missed. Let's give that name to her."

He nodded and thought, "How about that little girl nicknamed Blossom?"

"It's good. Such a nickname is popular and novel, and it sounds much better than some kind of meat." Parker Wesley opened his mouth, but he agreed very much.