Chapter 239 Innocence
Yancy, just twenty, was head over heels for Mia.
That evening, after the nurse shift change, the new nurse came over to drop some heavy news: Mia had a miscarriage and lost a ton of blood. She was super weak and needed some serious nutrition to bounce back.
I had no clue what counted as nutritious for her, and I was totally lost on how to care for someone who just had a miscarriage. So, I thought about hitting up Helen for advice.
But Yancy stopped me. He told me to stick with Mia while he went home to whip up some food. He said his family had a pro nutritionist who'd know exactly what Mia needed.
I wanted to say no, but there was no one else around who knew what to do. Even if I knew what food was good, I probably couldn't make it myself. Ordering out wouldn't cut it; those meals wouldn't be as balanced as something a pro would make.
For Mia's sake, I didn't refuse. Worst case, I'd owe Yancy a favor, and I could always pay it back later.
Yancy took off, leaving the room so quiet I could hear my own breathing.
The evening sun finally softened, casting a gentle glow on Mia's face, making her look even more fragile.
Her eyes were closed, and two crystal-clear tears slowly rolled down.
With Yancy here earlier, she had been holding it together. Now that he was gone, she let herself cry.
She was so strong-willed, not wanting Yancy to see her break down.
"I took the medicine myself."
I didn't know how long it took, but Mia finally spoke. She sobbed softly, her voice filled with despair.
Her heart was completely shattered this time.
To lose her own child like that, how much pain and despair must she have felt to make such a decision!
My heart ached like it was being ripped apart. Mia, after five years, had only gained a body full of wounds and had to give up the chance to be a mom.
Life was so unfair, always picking on the honest ones.
"You fool, you silly girl. It was almost five months, the doc said it was a girl, what a shame. If you wanted to have the baby, I would've helped you raise her. We could afford it, why did you have to abort? What a shame, and how dangerous it was, you scared me to death. If something bad had happened, how could I explain it to your parents?"
Mia cried uncontrollably, "Jane, that was my child, how could I not feel heartbroken? I still had hope, but tomorrow he's getting engaged to someone else, truly becoming someone else's husband and the father of another child."
"Who he marries has nothing to do with us. Without him, you and the baby would still live well. Isabella and I would help you." I angrily condemned Benjamin, wishing I could beat him up.
"But a child without a father is very pitiful. She would be bullied, ridiculed, and scolded by other kids. And I can't let my child be an illegitimate child, I can't let her bear that stigma from birth, it's not fair to her. Jane, my life is already like this, I don't care anymore. But the child is innocent. When she grows up, she would feel inferior for being an illegitimate child, despised and rejected, and then doubt herself and her life. I can't be that selfish. It's enough that I'm not doing well, I can't let my child suffer too. Rather than letting her come into this world to suffer, I'd rather she not come at all."
After saying that, Mia just broke down, covering her face and crying her heart out.
Yeah, she was right.
But damn, it still hurt so much!
I mean, it was a life, a precious one.
"Jane, I couldn't handle it, that was my baby, how could I handle it? When I was pregnant, I dreamed a million times about giving her all my love, dressing her up in cute clothes, doing her hair, taking her to amusement parks, sending her to school, playing games with her. But I wasn't sure if a life without a dad was what she wanted. I didn't want her to suffer, I didn't want that, Jane, I didn't want that. I couldn't handle it, but I had no choice. I couldn't let her be an illegitimate child, I just couldn't."
"My baby left me just like that, and her dad doesn't even know she ever existed. Jane, my baby is so pitiful. I hate it, I hate it so much."
I hugged her tight, not knowing what to say, so I just cried with her. "I know, I know, Mia, she won't blame you, no one will blame you. This isn't your fault, you did nothing wrong."
Mia cried herself to sleep.
Her thin cheeks were streaked with tears, with unshed droplets still clinging to the corners of her eyes. Her brows, tightly furrowed, stayed tense even in her sleep.
I used a warm, wet towel to wipe the tears from her face, covered her with a blanket, and tried to make her as comfy as possible.
Brad sent me a bunch of Facebook messages, trying to comfort me and reminding me to think about whether we should tell Mia's parents.
I had thought about this when Mia was still being resuscitated. Technically, she should have her family around in such a serious situation. But Mia had a huge fallout with her family back then because of Benjamin, and now she had ended up in the exact situation her parents had warned her about. I didn't know if she wanted her family to know about her misery, so I had to ask her first.
Two hours later, Yancy came back, followed by an elderly lady.
When I saw Yancy, I quickly gestured for him to be quiet.
Yancy tiptoed in, placing the stuff he was carrying on the windowsill, and told me the elder lady was Aunt Luna. Luna, who looked super kind, sat quietly nearby, occasionally glancing at Mia with eyes full of loving pity.
After a while, Mia woke up once, groggy and not very clear-headed. It took a lot of effort for Yancy, Luna, and me to get her to eat half a bowl of porridge.
With Luna watching over Mia, Yancy and I stepped out into the hallway to talk.
There weren't many patients in the hospital, making the hallway super quiet. Our conversation went smoothly.
"Yancy, I want to tell you Mia's story, but I haven't gotten her permission."
He shook his head. "Jane, I don't care about her past because what I want is her future. She may have suffered a lot before, and I'm sorry I couldn't protect her. But her future belongs to me, and I won't let her get hurt again, not by anyone."
"But some people and things from her past had the power to hurt her before, and they might disturb her again in the future, possibly becoming a lifelong burden and shadow for her. Do you not care about that either?"
Yancy's young face darkened, his eyes serious and full of aggression, his whole demeanor exuding an undeniable hostility. He spoke coldly and firmly, "the Davis family, I remember it."
All night, Mia had bad dreams, either repeatedly saying sorry or silently crying.
Yancy and I didn't dare to sleep, taking turns watching over Mia.
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