"Nicole Seys, the day you were wheeled into the emergency room, you lost consciousness and didn't see all that blood. Tsk tsk, there was so much, all your child's blood... Today, I've deliberately brought these pictures of miscarriage and abortion procedures for you, letting you relive the blood and how your child disappeared while awake. Come, take a look, don't waste my kind intentions!"
Nicole knew full well that Andrea Greenwood was trying to breach her psychological defenses, aiming to leave her defenseless.
Yet, the word "child" still swayed Nicole's struggling heart, her gaze slowly moving towards the phone Andrea pushed in front of her.
In her vision, those photos—
The blood, the unformed children, those that were merely one or two finger-sized, cruelly separated from their mothers by the doctors.
