NovelEnglishQueenie covered her face and cried uncontrollably.
Yes, she was right.
But my heart hurt so much! It was a precious human life, after all.
"Lulu, I can't let go of it. That's my baby. How could I possibly let go of it? When I was pregnant with her, I thought countless times about giving her all my love, dressing her in pretty clothes, braiding her hair nicely, taking her to the amusement park, sending her to school, and playing pretend with her.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"But I'm not sure if a life without a father is what she wants. I don't want her to suffer. Lulu, I don't want to let her suffer, and I can't bear to lose her, but I have no choice. I can't let her becan illegitimate child. I just can't.
"She leftjust like that. Even her father doesn't know about her existence. Lulu, my baby is so pitiful. I hate him so much." I hugged her tightly. I could only cry with her as I wasn't able to find words of comfort. "I know, Queenie. I know. She won't blyou. No one will. This isn't your fault." Queenie cried herself to exhaustion and finally fell asleep. Tears stained her thin cheeks, and sstill lingered in the corner of her eyes. Her furrowed brows were unable to relax even in her dreams.
I used a warm, damp towel to wipe away the tears, tuck her in, and make her as comfortable as possible. Colin had sent many messages to comfortand remindedthat it was necessary to inform Queenie's parents about her hospitalization.
I had already thought about this earlier. In principle, her parents should be here to take care of her after such a huge thing happened, but back then, Queenie had a falling out with her family because of Flynn.
Now, she had truly fallen into the predicament that her parents had predicted. So, I didn't know if she would want her family to know about her situation. I needed to ask for her opinion before contacting her family.
Two hours later, Andrew returned to the ward, accompanied by an older lady.
When I saw them, I quickly gestured to him to be quieter.
Andrew cin quietly and placed the things he carried on the table near the window. The lady had a kind face and sat quietly beside Queenie. She would occasionally look at her compassionately.
Queenie woke up once at around seven. But she was groggy and not very alert. With a combined effort, the three of us managed to feed her half a bowl of oatmeal.
With the lady watching over Queenie, Andrew and I went to the corridor outside to talk.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmThere weren't many patients around, so the corridor was quiet. We could proceed with our talk properly.
"Andrew, I want to tell you about Queenie's story, but I haven't gotten permission from her."
He shook his head and said, "Luna, I don't care about her past because what I want is her future. She may have suffered a lot before, and I have regret no being able to protect her.
But her future belongs to me, and I won't let her suffer even a little. No one can let her suffer."
"But speople and incidents that she experienced that hurt her before might return to disturb her in the future. They might beca lifelong burden for her. Aren't you concerned about that?"
Andrew furrowed his brows slightly. There was a deep look in his dark eyes, and his whole being was giving off an air of gloom. Every word he said seemed to be as sharp and cold as iron, "The Hayes of Harveyton. I'll remember him." Throughout the entire night, Queenie was plagued with nightmares. She was either apologizing repeatedly or crying silently.
Andrew and I dared not sleep. We took turns to take care of Queenie throughout the night.
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