She was shaking all over her body because she was too nervous, Dolores came over and hugged her while still caressing her back, âI wonât ask anymore.â Dolores couldnât bear to see how she was.
âIâm asking because I donât want you to suffer alone, if saying it makes you suffer more, then donât say it.â Dolores had more or less guessed in her heart, she said she could no longer be a woman, was there a defect in her body?
But the doctor said nothing to Dolores.
âIâm not afraid for you to knowâ he hugged her.
Theresa hugged her and cried in his embrace, âWhen I think about it, it hurts like being cut with a knife.â
Every time she mentioned it, it was like opening the wound in her heart, she felt again the helpless despair she had felt then.
âFrom now on, I can no longer get pregnant⦠I will no longer be able to give birth in my whole life, do you know that? I hate him so much, he made me get like thisâ¦â
Dolores could not believe it at all, how was it possible that she could not get pregnant?
How was it possible?
âHow⦠how is it possible? The doctor didnât tell me that, isnât he wrong? Miscarriages donât cause pregnancy disabilityâ¦â
âIt was me who told the doctor not to tell anyone, itâs true, my body is⦠defective.â Theresa used all her courage to say that.
âHow can it be soâ¦â her voice also became hoarse, as a woman, the inability to give birth was a very cruel thing.
âWas your belly hurt, soâ¦â
âNo.â Theresa released her, wiped her tears, âI donât have it anymore.â
Dolores was surprised, she felt pity and sympathy for Theresa at the same time.
She didnât know what she should say to comfort Theresa, she had been bearing the pain in silence for so long and even had to act as if nothing had happened in front of everyone.
She had never experienced it herself, she also knew how sad this affair would be.
âHow can I comfort you?â Doloresâ tears flowed and would continue to flow after wiping them away, âSeeing how sad you are, I feel so sad too.â
âDonât cry.â Theresa wiped away her tears, âYou have my godson in your belly, you know.â
The saddest moment had passed, she was still sad at that moment, but she could still hold on, she wiped her tears and sniffed, âKeep it a secret from me, donât tell anyone.â
âI will,â how could she tell others.
âItâs just, youâre so pitiful, I feel so sad.â He really didnât want to be sad in front of Theresa, but he really couldnât hold it in.
People who had never become parents didnât know how sacred the moment of being a mother wasâ¦. Even if she had no feelings for the man who got her pregnant, she would still love the life that lived inside her.
She understood that Theresa and Armand were in an emotional crisis at the time, she had no hesitation in choosing to give birth to that child, so you could tell she was in the same frame of mind.
However, she lost the child.
She even lost the qualification to be a mother, that was too cruel for her.
Maybe some people would say that there were so many women who were not willing to get pregnant, what was the problem with the inability to give birth?
Inability to give birth and unwillingness to give birth were two different things.
Especially for those who had been pregnant once and had experienced the feelings of a mother.
People nowadays used to say that, not having children was good luck, it would take a lot to raise a child, a lot of time for their studies, and a lot of moneyâ¦. They chose not to give birth to make their life easier.
Some open-minded people, people who really didnât give birth during their whole life were the minority after all, many of them regretted it in their middle age, even if they gave birth at an advanced age, they still wanted to be parents for once.
The times were changing, and so were the thoughts of humans.
As a woman, she had only been a daughter all her life, only when she had children and raised them could she really appreciate the meaning of life and inheritance.
Some people also said that children were the fruit of their parentsâ love, the proof of their love.
Although raising children was not easy and taking care of them was not easy either, but to see them grow up little by little, to hear them call âmomâ for the first time, how exciting would it be?
She couldnât imagine how Theresa could bear it when she knew she would not be able to give birth in her lifetime.
It would be very hard for Dolores to accept if that had happened to her.
âIâm fine now, donât worry about me.â Theresa smiled weakly, her eyes still red.
Her strong performance made people feel distressed.
But she didnât want Theresa to see her sad look, that way, Theresa would be sadder than she was.
She endured the sadness in her heart, reached out her hand and stroked her cheeks, âYou have to be graceful and beautiful since you are going to be godmother.â
âOf course, I will be the most beautiful godmother.â Theresa smiled.
Dolores said nothing more, changed the subject and asked about work.
âToday is Monday, Iâm sure Uncle is very busy because heâs the only one around,â Theresa said.
Originally he was running the business, he had to help her maintain the store, plus he had to keep an eye on the watered gauze factory.
âYes.â Dolores wanted to go back, too, but she knew Matthew wouldnât agree.
âLook what I drew yesterday.â Theresa showed him the drawing she had finished the night before as if she was changing the subject and all her feelings were bottled up deep in her heart.
That day, HQ University held a faculty/student meeting.
Using the Jasmine and Boyce affair as a negative example to warn everyone not to do immoral things and ruin the schoolâs reputation.
The matter that had been cleared up was brought up again, everyone felt it was very strange and very confusing.
There were some who wanted to see the fun too⦠after all, based on human nature, there were many who had the way to see the fun.
Jasmine sat in the classroom and the teacher sat on the opposite side of the classroom from her, not knowing what they could talk about, there were many students by the window, wanting to see what the teacher was saying to Jasmine.
When it struck 8:30, the teacher stood up and said, âTimeâs up, letâs go.â There was no expression on Jasmineâs face, who was holding the written .
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