C89 Chapter 88

It seems that Mama was not prepared for my reactions so she almost sat down from standing but it was good and Mr.'s actions were quick. Steinfield and he supported Mama. A doctor came to me, I thought what he would do - it was too late to notice if he was holding my injection. My eyelids immediately became heavy until I gradually fell asleep.

"Mrs. Steinfield, I'm sorry for your loss." Doctora Conception first told me after a few days of staying here at the hospital. I didn't speak. I don't want to say anything, I really don't want to hear it because I want to know. Why. I know he is the only one who can answer my question.

"Let's get straight to the point." I gave him a cold answer. I saw the sadness in his eyes. How he sympathized with my loss. But I don't really need him, it would be nice if he could bring back my son... alive. I might even make him my best friend.

Doctora Conception just sighed and then she took the files from her drawer and then she read them for a while, and then he looked at me again.

"For sure from your previous check-ups, you are ware that your pregnancy is delicate." I didn't bother to answer. I just waited for what he had to say next.

"Baby fell quickly when you were pushed by -" I closed my eyes tightly as my brain suddenly replayed. I couldn't follow what the Doctor said about my son's loss.

"...the baby wasn't that strong when he was in your womb that's why when you bled, that's why -" Doc couldn't continue. what he would say when I yelled at him.

"STOP! JUST FUCKING STOP! I DON'T WANT TO HEAR ANY OF IT!" Mashado really hurts! I immediately stood up from where I was sitting and then without saying goodbye I turned my back on him as my tears fell one after another. It hurts so much I don't know how to describe it. I immediately got into the car that was waiting for me. Before I gave orders to the driver, I took a deep breath to somehow calm myself down.

"Brother, can you..." I can't. I can't say. The difficulty. Very difficult! I hope it's me. I really hope it's me! Isn't that how it should be? It's the children who bury their parents and it's not the parents who bury their children, but why is that? Why did this happen to me? Have I been so bad in the past that this should really happen to me?

Brother seemed to have missed where I wanted to go because I felt the car moving forward and because he knew it and I couldn't stop it anymore so while we were on the road I did nothing but cry and cry. I don't even care if this Big Brother hears me, it doesn't matter that we don't know each other. So it's fine.

It didn't take long before the car stopped at a memorial park. My sobs got louder. Nope. I'm not. I thought I could do it but I didn't. I didn't move to get out of the car. I just kept crying until I covered my face with both hands. I didn't shed all my tears, I didn't even pay attention to the opening of the car door when the driver got out. That's better so that I can release any pain and resentment from what happened.

But the only thing that makes me wonder is the weirdness of the driver Mr. Steinfield, it looks like just going for a walk at the mall is fine. He doesn't really look like a driver. How come he's only wearing tattered pants gray t-shirt and then he was wearing a hat so I couldn't see his face but I feel that the driver that Mr. Steinfield.

I no longer wondered why Mr. was helping us. Stienfield. He lost his grandson and it was also his demon husband's fault that I lost my daughter, but all of this wouldn't have happened if it wasn't for that man... Trigger.

But he would have taken me to his parents' house, that wouldn't have happened! I don't even know why his mom is so mad at me in the first place! Well, that's why we first met! I'll make sure they all pay! All my fault for losing my son!

Present time...

"Son, Trigger is here." Mom told me. How many times has Mama told me that in the past few weeks? I even lost count.

"Let him go." I replied coldly to Mama. I really don't want to change your relationship with Mama. I don't want him to be cold to me either, he's the only one I have but what can I do? It seems that being cold to everyone around me has become my defense mechanism.

"Son..." I closed my eyes tightly when Mama called me. I already know what he's going to say, how many times has he told me that?

"You know that Trigger will wait and wait for you until you let him out. After all, you're married. Why don't you just talk about it? Maybe it'll work out –" Mama couldn't finish what she was going to say. he said as I glared at him violently.

"Do you hear what you're saying, huh Ma?! It's okay?! How can something that started wrong be okay?! If I talk to him, will he be able to bring my son back? Will he be able to?!" I asked him out loud.

It seems that Mama was surprised by what I did if she actually screamed and even retreated from where she was standing. I would like to apologize for my behavior. I shouldn't have done that. It's not me. I will never be able to shout at Mama. I've done it, it's happened. I can't take back the things that happened, intentionally or not, happened and have happened. You can't get that time back.

"Angeline –" I shook my head one after the other.