Unrequited Passion

Chapter 39 She Lives In Hell!

She clutched the prison guard's clothes and begged bitterly, "Please..."

Perhaps because she was also a woman, Leilani Peterson handed over her cell phone to Astrid. She was Officer Peterson, who had taken good care of Astrid.

"You're Blake's secretary, aren't you? Please tell Joey to tell Blake to answer my phone, okay? Please!"

After saying that, the blood gushed out from underneath her once again.

"Mr. Ledger says there's no time for your call!"

It was Astrid's first desperation. It was good that Terry was born, and Anne nursed Terry and her. But then Terry had no food, and Astrid was too thin to have milk. They had to rely on Leilani Peterson to keep Terry alive.

Leilani Peterson said she should call her relatives to come and get Terry out.

But she had no relatives, and the only one she could ask was Blake Ledger.

She used Leilani Peterson's phone for the next month to call Blake, but he never answered the calls. Until Terry had a high fever that night, she was terrified, and the phone was finally answered. It wasn't Joey who answered the phone. It was still the secretary who had answered before.

"Is Blake Ledger back yet? Did you tell Joey about my requests? This is Astrid Noelle. I have something very important for Blake Ledger. Please! Please put him on the phone and at least listen to me, okay?"

That was the last desperate prayer and hope in her life!

"Miss Noelle, don't call again! Mr. Ledger is with Miss Harlem. He doesn't have time and doesn't want to see you again!"

After that, the sound of the phone hanging up came into her ears and pierced into her heart!

He said he had to stay with Mikayla Harlem. He didn't have time and didn't want to see her again!

He didn't even want to hear a word from her. He had time for Mikayla Harlem, but he didn't have time for her...

Blake Ledger, how could you be so cruel?

And at that moment, Terry in her arms cried less, and his temperature cooled down little by little ......

Astrid’s eyes were dull in desperation. Until now, she had forgotten what kind of mood she was in to laugh out loud at that time.

Biting her lip, Astrid did not let her heartache with the memory of the past.

However, when Astrid remembered Terry's face, her tears poured down her cheeks like broken pearls...

Again, she fell apart.

"Terry, sorry...I'm sorry. It's mommy's fault for not being able to protect you. I'm sorry!" Astrid murmured. Her slender grip tightened, and her nails embedded in her palm, blood sliding down from between her fingers.

"You and grandma reunite well over there. Don’t be naughty, and don’t make grandma angry, understand?"

For a moment, the air was filled with the fragrance of flowers but could not cover the smell of blood.

‘Sorry, the child was premature, and he was long-term malnutrition. Now the fever is not receding. He is not breathing!’

The doctor’s words in the prison at the time came to her mind. If Terry had been sent out earlier, wouldn't he have died?

Astrid's pale face showed a desperate smile. If she hadn't been so delusional as to keep making that phone call, maybe she wouldn't have been so hateful, desperate, and then living in hell!

It was his fault...

The man she loved most ruined her and killed their child. It was him!

It was all Blake!