Ignoring him, I focused on saving my baby. Gritting my teeth, I mustered all my strength. "I'm having a threatened miscarriage. Can you please come help me with the admission procedures? I—"
"Just let it happen! After all, it's a worthless baby!" He abruptly ended the call.
The nurse beside me looked on with sympathy and, after a moment, offered to assist me with the admission process.
I felt immensely grateful.
Once I was set up for an infusion, I finally felt some relief and drifted off to sleep.
When I awoke again, I could hear Grace's voice saying, "John, Tiana might think she's better than me because I come from the countryside, and that's why she's making such a fuss. I don't want you caught in the middle—let me go back home."
A surge of hope filled me. If Grace left, I'd finally gain some peace.
But to my disappointment, John flatly refused. "You're my mother; how can I let you go back to the countryside alone?"
I sighed, recognizing that while John had his merits, he was far too devoted to his mother—a true mama's boy.
I wanted to stop pretending to sleep, but what I overheard next left me in shock.
