Chapter 573 Luo Ya's Suicide Note The curtains in the Luo family's living room were drawn tightly, leaving only a floor lamp, casting the shadows of the three people on the wall, which were distorted and heavy.
The air was filled with a faint smell of medicine, mixed with the scent of undried tears, making it hard to breathe.
Luo Tianlei knelt down on the cold marble floor with a thud, the sound of his knees hitting the ground particularly jarring in the silence.
He braced himself on the ground with his hands, his forehead pressed against his fingertips, his voice trembling with pleading: "Sister Xiaoya, I beg you, please abort it, okay? The doctor said we can still treat it, we really can."
Luo Ya sank into the sofa expressionlessly, her off-white loungewear hanging loosely on her thin frame.
She turned her head away, her gaze fixed on the withered potted green ivy in the corner of the wall, not even sparing a glance at the person kneeling on the ground.
Her protruding belly was still clearly visible under her loose clothes. Her hand unconsciously caressed her belly, as if soothing the life inside her, or as if confronting some kind of destiny.
Luo Liang stood behind the sofa, her eyes red as if soaked in blood, clearly having cried countless times.
Clutching the crumpled diagnosis report, her voice choked with emotion, she pleaded, "Xiaoya, listen to me, let's have children after you're better, okay? Mom just passed away not long ago, if something else happens to you..."
By the end, her voice was trembling so badly that she had to cover her mouth with her hand to stop the sobs from escaping.
No matter how the two tried to persuade her, Luo Ya remained as cold as a statue, her silence unsettling.
Only when Luo Liang's crying subsided did she slowly speak, her voice as light as a feather, yet carrying an undeniable firmness: "I can feel them."
The movement of her fingers across her belly became increasingly gentle. "They are kicking me, greeting me. I can't abandon them."
"Sister Xiaoya! There's no time!" Luo Tianlei suddenly raised his head, his face streaked with tears, his voice cracking with pain: "The doctor said if we delay any longer... I beg you, I can't lose you, let's go to the hospital now, okay?"
He crawled a few steps, trying to reach for the hem of Loya's clothes, but she abruptly dodged him.
Loya's long eyelashes trembled violently, and the next second, she suddenly reached out and grabbed the sharp fruit knife on the coffee table.
She gripped the cold metal hilt of the knife in her palm, pointing the tip at her wrist. The blade traced a line across her delicate skin as she pleaded wearily, "Please don't push me any further, okay?"
"Xiaoya! Put down the knife!" Luo Liang cried out and rushed over, but dared not get too close, for fear of upsetting her.
Luo Tianlei panicked as well, scrambling to his feet and raising his hands in the air as if to soothe a frightened wild animal: "Okay, okay, we won't force you. Put the knife down, and we'll..."
I'll do whatever you say!
After the two men pleaded with her until she nearly collapsed, Loya finally loosened her grip, and the fruit knife clattered to the ground.
She stood up from the sofa expressionlessly, turned and walked towards the bedroom, her steps unsteady, but she kept repeating a gentle murmur: "Baby, be good, baby."
The moment the bedroom door clicked shut, Luo Tianlei suddenly went berserk, raising his hand to sweep across the coffee table.
Glasses, remote controls, and fruit plates were smashed on the floor one after another, shards of glass flying everywhere, and juice spreading along the floor's texture like hideous streaks of blood.
"Why won't you listen to advice!" he roared, slamming his fist against the wall.
Luo Liang closed her eyes in pain, slowly slid to the ground, hugged her knees with both hands, and finally let out a suppressed sob.
The living room was left with only broken and chaotic items, and the desperate sounds of the two people, which contrasted sharply with the deathly silence in the bedroom.
As soon as Luo Ya closed the door, she couldn't hold back anymore, and tears streamed down her face like a broken string of pearls.
She bit her lip hard until she tasted blood, which stopped her from crying out loud.
Holding onto the wall, I slowly moved to the desk, trembling as I opened the drawer and took out paper and pen.
The pen scratched across the paper, its ink blurred by tears—[I'm sorry, Leilei, sister. This is my last request: don't let the child be without parents. I'm sorry, I was too selfish...]
After writing the last word, Luo Ya folded the letter, put it in an envelope, gently placed it in the drawer, and then slowly lay down on the bed, covering her lower abdomen with her hands again.
If one could live, who would want to die?
Since it can't be cured, rather than prolonging his life, it's better to leave Leilei with his own flesh and blood.
I believe Leilei will be a good father.
My older sister will also be a good mother.
Because her mother was a mistress who couldn't be openly acknowledged, Loya, as an illegitimate child, rarely saw her father, and she desperately hoped that her child could have a warm childhood.
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