“Since my child is dead, I have nothing left. Please, let me go. I don't want anything.”
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When they were sent to the hospital, the child had no vital signs and they were pushed into the morgue before they even entered the emergency room.
My sister-in-law looked at me with eyes full of pity, but still spoke softly to comfort me, “It's okay, don't worry, Grandpa and I are on your side. It's my brother's fault this time, I will make him apologize to you guys in the future."
As my sister-in -law finished speaking, I had already handed the phone to her.
I showed her Jordon Howell’s status that he just posted two hours ago.
[Before you came into this world, your parents had already begun to love you.]
The accompanying picture was a color ultrasound examination report, which clearly stated, Annette, six weeks pregnant.
Annette Tate was Jordon’s first love.
My sister-in-law's voice suddenly paused and after a moment she spoke again with an angry face, “I 'll call my brother right away. Don't worry, Howell Family will definitely give you an explanation for this matter."