Chapter 95
Chapter 95 The Consequence of Being Love–Struck
As we spoke of my father, my mother’s tears began to overflow.
This n was put in ce out ofplete helplessness at the time, and I knew they had been
particrly looking forward to this child.
Taking a deep breath, I said to my mother, “Mom, I know I was wrong, but I had no other choice under
those circumstances. I’m sorry. I didn’t expect that the child in Moore’s womb wasn’t Idris‘. Madam
Young probably didn’t anticipate it either, or she wouldn’t have immediately sent you to the Youngs‘ Old
Manor to take Moore away after finding out.”
“Ahh!” my mother sighed. “What is this? I shouldn’t have adopted Moore in the first ce. Then these
things wouldn’t have happened.”
I didn’t respond but asked my mother, “Mom, what did you say to Moore in the roomst night?”
With a sigh, my mother said, “I originally nned to give her some money to stop bothering Idris, to find
a ce to have her child and live her life. But she refused, saying she loved Idris and he loved her too.
Even if the child isn’t Idris‘, he would take care of her for life. She insisted onpeting with you,
using me of favoritism. She said we raised her without real love, always thinking of you, never of
her, and that she hates us.”
Toward the end, my mother became increasingly helpless and sighed deeply. “I can admit to that since
she’s not my biological child, after all. I adopted her out of pity, fearing she’d freeze or starve outside.
Over the years, we never deprived her of food or money, but I never thought she’d harbor such hatred
toward us. She even said she would be the ultimate winner when it came to Idris. What kind of situation
is this?”
I pursed my l*ps. Moore’s feelings toward my parents were hard for me to judge. It was inevitable to
have preferences, especially since she was not my mother’s biological child. How could my mother
treat her the same?
I had no words for her resentment.
After drinking some juice, I said to my mother, “Mom, I have my own thoughts about my situation with
Idris. Don’t worry about it.”
She sighed, helplessly asking, “Then, about you not being pregnant, what are you going to do next?”
my head, my mind in a whirl. After sipping my juice a few more time
my mother and left. Honestly, I had not figured ont
next.
After learning that Moore’s child wasn’t Idris‘, I had started to hesitate. After all, he was the one I loved.
Who would not want to grow old with the person they loved?
In the afternoon, since I told my mother I was not pregnant, she stopped worrying about me. I went with
Maxwell to the funeral home to send Sophia off for thest time.
At the funeral parlor.
Sophia’s b*dy was handled by the funeral home staff. I learned that Sophia’s family had note and
they just asked the funeral home to cremate her and scatter her ashes somewhere.
“These days, people are so cold–blooded,” the funeral home staff muttered while cing Sophia’s
ashes in an urn.
I did not know Sophia well, so I could not understand why her family would treat a dead person this
way.
I volunteered to buy a burial plot for Sophia in a cemetery, allowing her to rest in peace. Due to the
urgency, Maxwell and I could only arrange for her burial at thest minute.
Looking at the ck and white photo on the tombstone, I bowed deeply to Sophia. At the Southern City
Psychiatric Hospital, if it was not for her warning, I might not have been able to avoid that big ck
dog.
As we left the cemetery, my mood was somber.
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Maxwell looked at me and said, “I inquired about Sophia’s past. Her family didn’t approve of her
marrying Bt. She eloped with Bt and got married without their consent. Her father fell ill
because of this and passed away a few yearster. Her mother followed soon after. Only her uncle was
left in her hometown. When the police contacted him, he was angry, saying they had no such person in
their family, and to just scatter her ashes if she was dead.”