Chapter 18

　　An ominous premonition seemed to seep into her. She looked at the two female doctors as if she was confronted by a ghost. 　　She guarded her belly, her weak body curled up in the corner. 　　"Mrs. Jiang, this won’t hurt at all." 　　"Take her to the bed and get a straightjacket," one of them said. 　　The orderlies took each of her arms, and restrained her. 　　Angel struggled, but in her weakened state, she was no match to them. They dragged her onto the bed, and forcibly tied Angel's twisted body with a medical bandage. 　　Endless hatred filled Angel's body and mind. She looked desperately at the white dazzling ceiling, clenching her silver teeth. 　　"John Jiang, I hate you!" 　　A sedative rushed into her body through the syringe, and she was cold all over, as if she was in an ice abyss. Gradually, she lost consciousness. 　　That night, John Jiang came to Angel's room alone, and found Michael sitting there silently. 　　John Ji