Chapter 939 Fiona's Miscarriage (3)

Ethon did not expect such an accident to happen to Fiona. They lost their first child, and according to the doctor, it was a boy.

He was too heartbroken to say a word. A lump formed in his throat that threatened to wring tears out of his eyes. He swallowed, bit his lower lip, and squeezed Fiona's hand.

"Nana, listen to me. Our baby is gone, but please trust me. We will try again. We will have many children in the future, okay?" Looking at the desperation in Fiona's eyes, Ethon knew that he had to tell her the truth now. If he did not, she would go crazy.

Fiona's beautiful eyes had already misted over. A spark of resistance and despair flashed through her eyes, and she felt like her heart was being split open with an ax.

After a few seconds of silence, Fiona suddenly burst into laughter. Obviously, she could not believe what she just heard. "Are you kidding me? How could we lose our baby?"

Afraid that Fiona would get emotional, Ethon held her shoulder and said, "I'm not kidding. I'm telling the truth. I'm sorry, Nana. We have

right now. She stared at the ceiling blankly. Her lips trembled, but she did not utter a single word. She felt her soul slowly go empty.

"He's only been in my belly for three months. How come he's gone? How could my son be taken away from me, Ethon?" It took a few moments for Fiona to calm down a little. But she still could not accept what had just happened. She kept asking Ethon if he was telling the truth.

Ethon looked at Fiona, who was now curled up on the bed. Her hair was a mess, and she was wearing a thin, light blue hospital gown. She looked so fragile as if the slightest touch could make her fall apart. Ethon's heart ached. He reached out and tightly held the devastated Fiona.