SOME THINGS ARE MEANT TO BE

CHAPTER 63

He took a wooden stick from the side. Of course, this has been prepared for her in advance.

“Julianna, enjoy this!”

His dark eyes turned cold, flashed with an indescribable ruthlessness. No one could be compared to him when he choose to be cruel. His heart was hardened; it was rigid.

The wooden wood fell, followed by a pitiful scream. Diego threw the wood away, turned, and strode away without a backward glance at the poor woman... who was already unconscious on the floor.

He thought she deserved it. Finally, he understood that he could be cruel and break a woman’s elbow with his own hands.

He heard the sound of bones cracking; a crackle. This sound was buried so deeply in his heart that he could never forget it.

He didn’t even close the door.

Julianna remained laying on the floor. Her face was colorless without any redness, her left wrist bent in an odd, unimaginable position and her right hand resting on her stomach.

She did not know how much time had passed after being woken by pangs of sharp pain. She looked at her hand and then at the wooden stick on the floor... back at the hand that didn’t seem to be hers.

Every movement was numb: struggling to sit up using her shoulder with her right hand supporting the left gently, standing up, and wearing her shoes. She merely looked around at the pieces of paper that scattered everywhere in the room as she walked out. It was all torn, never to be pieced together again. She didn’t have to be bothered with it anymore.

She walked out, opened the door, and went to the hospital alone. Whatever she was doing alone was done out of her instinct for survival.

She was not sure why, but she wanted to continue living.

In the hospital, the doctor put a thick layer of plaster on her arm. “Miss Julianna, you need to be hospitalized. This is a broken bone; not a sprain. If you don’t take care of it, it will affect your whole life. You are still young; you need to take better care of yourself.”

Julianna laughed a bitter laugh as she shook her head.

“Miss Julianna, if you don’t get proper treatment for your arm, it may be crippled.” The doctor kept persuading her out of doctors’ ethics.

Would she still be a complete human without her arm?

How could one treat oneself so irresponsibly?

Julianna continued to shake her head. She could not stay in the hospital. She could not.

She knew that more things might come her way; for example, a divorce. She did not wish to stay in a cold hospital alone. It’s pathetic.

The doctor took another medical chart from the side and continued, “Even if you don’t think for yourself, you must think for the little one in your stomach. It’s still in the early stage, and you can hurt the child easily.”

Julianna’s eyes widened at what he just said. Her dull eyes shimmered with a light of clarity.

She dared not ask directly. “Are you saying that I’m pregnant?”

The doctor nodded. “Yes. You are two months pregnant.”

“But that’s impossible. A doctor had clearly said that I can’t conceive.” Julianna placed her right hand on her stomach. It was hard to believe that she was actually pregnant. She thought there was no way for her to be a mother in this lifetime.

“It’s tough to say.” The doctor flipped through the chart. “Your uterus suffered major trauma, greatly reducing your chances of conceiving. But that doesn’t mean you can’t. It’s just that the chance is slim.”

“And...” The doctor’s tone became very serious as he continued. “Miss Julianna, I don’t want to lie to you; this child may be your only child in this life. This was why... you must think carefully.”

Julianna nodded her head, stupefied, with her hand always on her stomach. Then, she stood up slowly.

This was a miracle from God. Was he trying to make amends for her? She had been given a precious baby in her most desperate time. It was her child—her one and only relative.

However, did this child come at the right time?

She looked at her flat stomach. Her poor child. He was meant to be loved by her alone.

No matter. She would protect this child—her only child in her life—and won’t let anyone harm or bully him.

After she left, the doctor put the medical chart down and sighed, “What a stubborn woman.”

In the Hanson villa, Maria kept the pile of papers. She didn’t know what they were so she put them aside and forgot about it when she was doing other chores.

Maria looked at Julianna as she opened the door. “Madam...” Before she could finish the sentence, she saw Julianna’s arm in a cast.

“Madam, what happened to your arm? Why is it in a cast?” She dropped everything on hand and hurriedly ran over.

Julianna smiled bitterly. “I’m fine, Maria. I fell.” She shifted her gaze to the side, some despair in her smile. While her hand remained on her stomach, gently caressing it.

Baby, rest assured that Mommy will take care of myself and you.

A smile of subtle happiness appeared on her lips, all because of this unborn child.

She didn’t care who the father was or what he had done. Just that this was her child, her little angel.

“Madam, did the doctor put the cast on the wrong hand?” Maria asked curiously as she bit her finger. It was definitely her left hand that was injured. Why was she looking at her right one constantly? It should be the left one in pain.

Julianna opened the room door. Maria had cleaned the mess on the floor. There was nothing, not even a shred of paper.

She closed the door, leaned her body against it, as she glanced around the room which she had occupied for the past few months. It seemed like years ago... or had it only been days?

She walked over to the bed, sat down, and raised her casted arm. An arm for a baby. It was worth it. Without this injury, she would not have known about her pregnancy. She would have neglected herself more. In the process, she could have lost the child.

All she cared about was her sadness, without realizing that she might have already caused harm to the miraculous baby from heaven.

She laid down carefully and covered herself with the blanket. It was tough, using one hand to pull it while her left hand experienced frequent bouts of pain. However, she could endure it.

A line really separated heaven and hell. He had given her hell, and her child had sent her to heaven.