Chapter 104 The cause of death of the mother

(Ada's POV)
Jobe didn't let me off the hook for that.
He seemed so intent on getting me and my children killed.
At first, I thought he was just hoping I could leave, but after that, his behavior still made me wonder what he was thinking.
Jobe only came back a few times, but he used to make his parents do things they didn't want to do either, so they could talk me into getting rid of the baby.
When I found out about this, I was surprised that such thoughts appeared to me.
Jobe doesn't love me, he loves another woman, and that woman has now taken my place, but I am incapable of taking that place back.
Just when I was wavering whether to get rid of the baby or not, Jobe's parents stopped me.
I know they've always been very kind people, and until now, they all thought Jobe and I just had a few arguments.
They don't seem to know what kind of person Jobe is.
I couldn't bear to tell them, I was afraid of hurting their hearts.
Instead, they kept reassuring me, "Ada, don't get rid of the baby, in a few months this baby will be born, if you get rid of the baby now it will also hurt your body."
With tears inside my eyes, I finally decided to keep the child.
But, I didn't know that at that time, my fate was already set by Jobe and the others.
By the time the baby was born, I didn't make it to the hospital in time and had to give birth at a clinic in the countryside.
But then, Jobe comes along and
I just couldn't believe that Jobe was coming, and Jobe said he had brought a doctor over just for me.
I knew exactly how Jobe was treating me, so I simply could not trust this doctor.
I looked to Jobe's parents with all pleading eyes, hoping they could save me, but they didn't know Jobe's true nature.
After that doctor came in, Jobe followed.
"Mr. Lester, could you please step outside?"
I looked at Jobe. Jobe, however, shook his head, "I'm going to watch from here."
I had pinned all my hopes on this doctor, but? God did not bless me.
Amid childbirth, I already felt the crisis. My stomach was so painful that it was just being punched so hard that I could even feel my blood flowing out of my body.
I wanted to scream, but, I had long since lost the strength to scream.
Death is getting closer and closer to me.
When my mind was already a little unclear, I heard the doctor's anxious voice: "Did madam eat something she shouldn't have eaten before she went into labor?"
My eyes have become blurry, even the ceiling, I can no longer see clearly.
I don't know exactly how long it took before I heard Jobe's voice: "I don't know."
I remembered, I remembered all of it.
A month ago, I received a gift from Jobe, which Jobe's parents said was to help me regulate my body.
I thought that even if he didn't love me, he wouldn't have gone this far.
But it was too late.
I slowly closed my eyes.
(Lina's POV)
"My mother did die in childbirth, I know." As I listened to Mrs. Norman's full account, my brow furrowed.
Everything she said was something I already knew, and it didn't have enough reference value for me.
However, when I finished the sentence, Mrs. Norman shook her head vigorously: "No, Lena, there is something else, after your mother Ada died, so many people said that she was killed by your father."
For a moment, it seemed to me that I could no longer breathe.
My face became a little ugly. To force me to calm down, I even started to pinch the flesh on my palm with force.
However, this still did not stop my body from trembling violently.
I looked at Mrs. Norman in shock, but Mrs. Norman didn't even seem to notice me.
She was still immersed in her world.
"Because afterward, the doctor who came with your father seemed very angry after the operation, he shouted directly at that time that it was murder, but at that time no one was even willing to reach out and take care of the matter, most of all because, it was your father."
My face turned pale, and my hands were very cold.
I looked at Mrs. Norman, whose eyes seemed to become very shrewd at this time.
"Lena, yes, of course, I remember you, and when you're a little older, everyone will say you look like your mother."
Mrs. Norman began to tell me about my mother's past.
She told me that my mother was not only very kind to others, but she was also a very smart person who could always find a way to help others. Not only that, but my mother also played the piano, and although she rarely mentioned her education to anyone, everyone knew that she graduated from a famous school.
It's just a pity that such a wonderful person ended up dying so young.
When Mrs. Norman said this, her eyes were all filled with a look of regret.
When Mrs. Norman looked at me, I felt that she was not looking at me at all, but at other people.
She was looking at my mother.
At this time, Alan suddenly said, "So did you find out afterward who killed her mother?"
Mrs. Norman gave Ellen a very reproachful look, "Of course not."
"Mrs. Norman, you said that at that time, my mother knew that my father was cheating on her, so did you ever see that other woman?"
I didn't give them a chance to continue arguing and interrupted them both when Alan was about to say something else.
Mrs. Norman gave Alan a blank stare, then, she looked at me: "No, no, dear, only your father ever came back, if he brought back other women la, I think your grandparents would also be very angry, your grandparents are very fond of Ada, seriously, I still think your father does not deserve Ada." Said, Mrs. Norman coldly grunted.
I think Mrs. Norman is right about everything.
There was nothing else I wanted to know, and after saying goodbye to Mrs. Norman, Alan and I walked back together.
"So, that one is your child?"
"Which one?"
Alan was silent for a moment: "The kid you brought over."
"Sure, why ask something like that?"
"Don't you think you and your mother are a lot alike? I mean in every way, not just above your looks."
I didn't answer Alan's words right away, I knew what Alan meant.
Perhaps in his opinion, Jamie's father was not qualified either.
But instead, I shook my head: "No, Alan, you're thinking wrong, I have a very happy family,"
"Then why is the father of the child as long as the two of you have come here?"
I turned my head to look at Alan, whose gaze was all suspicion and doubt inside.
I can even accept his sight like that.
Mrs. Kate didn't tell me exactly what kind of person Alan was, but I got the feeling that he had always been a man with many stories.
He probably suffered a lot of damage, which is why he became so resistant to others now.
I smiled at Ellen, "But Ellen, not everyone chooses to hurt back after they have been hurt. I came here just to find the truth, I have the right to know the truth, as to why the father of the child did not come along because he was busy, too busy to get away to accompany me."
Alan still doesn't seem to be quite comfortable with this.
However, I put the intention to continue to let him stop the conversation on me, so I spoke up, "Alan, why did you come back to Mrs. Kate's house?"
Alan's gaze was once again alert.
"You don't have to tell me, but I have a feeling that when I get back, Mrs. Kate will find an opportunity to tell me everything about you."
Then, I smiled at Alan.
"Of course, what Mrs. Kate tells me won't necessarily be what you think in your heart, and aren't you worried that others don't know the whole truth about you?"
Alan seems to have finally been convinced by me, and although he still looks very nervous, he is not as resistant as before.
Alan looked over at me and then said, "Well, but, I'm just a little different from being, so, they all look at me differently."
"Very well, where it's different, I think you just happen to have the misbehavior of someone your age, only to a little greater degree."
Alan looked at me, however, he did not say anything, I know that everyone in the world has a secret that they do not want to say, Alan also has the right to choose so, so I am not going to press him.
I continued, "Well, if you don't want to tell me, you're perfectly free not to, Alan, but I think there's one thing you should still know, all the traits in you taken individually could be put on any person at all."
Alan looked at me the whole time, and I knew he was listening to everything I said.
"But, Alan, when some of the same characteristics are put on different people, they remain different people, can you see what I mean?"
"So, you don't think there's anything special about me?" Alan said this with some care.
I sighed helplessly, and by this time, we were walking to the doorstep.
I walked up the steps with Alan following me, and he looked over at me as if he wanted to continue to say something.
I looked at him and said, "Alan, everyone is special, everyone is different, and I am not my mother."
After I said this, I didn't wait for Alan and knocked directly on the door.
Then Alan darted over and he took out his keys, saying as he opened the door, "I just remembered I had the keys."
"Very well."