Chapter 308 Being Loved
I was floored.
Four months?
I glanced at Daniel. Was he really gonna step up for someone else's kid? Man, I totally misjudged him.
Daniel caught my stare and saw the shock on my face. He shot me a dirty look and snapped, "It ain't my kid, don't give me that look. I wanted to get back at her at first, but the second I saw her, I was just grossed out. She kept hanging on, trying to patch things up. Today’s mess was all her doing; I just helped out 'cause I felt bad for her."
So that's the deal.
Guess Daniel wasn't a total lost cause.
Zoe heard him and looked even more crushed. She just lay there like a zombie, not reacting at all.
I shrugged, not my circus, not my monkeys. Whatever drama they had going on was their problem, not mine. No need for him to explain himself to me.
Rachel walked up to Daniel, looked up at him, and said, "Daniel, you're really a good guy. I respect that."
Rachel, were you into his looks or his so-called kindness?
If it was his looks, I couldn't argue. Daniel was a total heartthrob, famous all over National Capital University.
While we were chatting, Zoe just lay there, lost in her own world, like nothing around her mattered.
Her baby was gone, and it seemed like her spirit went with it.
I sighed softly, and her eyes got all red.
A tear rolled down Zoe's cheek, then another, and another. She finally started sobbing quietly, biting the corner of the blanket.
That's when I really looked at Zoe. She was super thin, her hair all dry and yellow. She must've been having a rough time.
But hey, karma's a b*tch.
"Zoe, should we call your mom?" I couldn't help but feel a bit sorry for her.
Even though she made some mistakes, she was still just a young girl. Going through something like this must be terrifying. Maybe she needed someone to lean on, and a family member should be here for her.
"Give me your mom's number, and I'll call her."
I pulled out my phone, ready to dial, but she shook her head and refused, "No need, I can handle it alone."
"Are you sure..."
I wanted to convince her to let her mom take care of her for a few days. She looked so weak, barely able to talk. How could she manage alone?
But before I could finish, Zoe suddenly lost it. She glared at me and yelled, "I said I can handle it! Do you have to act all nice? Do you think everyone has people who care about them like you do? So many people like and love you, but what about me? I have nothing. My mom's in prison, and I don't even know if she'll ever get out. My mom, if it weren't for her..."
Zoe cried so hard she couldn't even speak.
The words after "weren't for her" must've been something none of us had seen or heard, and something she didn't wanna face. Probably the reason she ended up like this.
"You're loved by everyone; how could you get my pain? You just stand on your high horse and judge me, but you think I wanted this? I'm a girl too; I wanna be pretty and loved. Is that so wrong?" Zoe cried and blamed me, like all her suffering was my fault.
How deep must Zoe's pain and despair be to make her cry like this?
I had to admit, her words hit me hard.
She said I stood on a high horse. But was I wrong? Shouldn't her actions be called out? She said she wanted to be pretty and loved, then she should just be herself. She should turn herself into a shining star, and naturally, people would like and love her.
Maybe she had her struggles, but who doesn't?
Most people around me did their best to love and care for me, but everything I wanted, I fought for it myself. I studied hard. I painted diligently, and gave my all in everything. Even in love, I was loyal, which is why I had what I had today. It was the result of my efforts, not just being loved.
Zoe's family was messed up and might've caused her some issues, but it couldn't stop her from becoming a great person.
Zoe could study like us, and work hard to create her future like us, instead of pinning all her hopes on others and becoming a leech relying on others to fulfill her wishes.
Plus, Zoe's family was better than mine before she turned fifteen. Fifteen years - wasn't that enough to shape her character?
Clearly, Zoe's shaky nature was the issue, yet she appeared all pitiful.
I really couldn't get or agree with Zoe's mindset.
This made my pity and sympathy for her vanish instantly.
I was trying to help her, not to watch her suffer, but I got a scolding in return. I shouldn't have bothered; letting her fend for herself would've been better.
Wasting time on her was not worth it, and it was a pity about the plane ticket.
Daniel paid Zoe's medical bills and hired a caregiver for her. By the time everything was sorted, it was almost eleven in the morning.
We all left together, leaving Zoe alone in the hospital room.
It wasn't that we lacked sympathy, but we couldn't help her.
As I closed the door, I glanced back. Zoe pulled the blanket over herself, the white blanket trembling slightly. I didn't know if her tears were from the shame of her deeds or the pain of losing her child.
Whatever the reason, she deserved it.
Rachel followed Daniel like a scared kitten, and her timid demeanor caught Daniel's attention. He realized he might have been too harsh, so he tried to be kinder. This gave her the courage to come closer.
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