Isabel gasped for breath, then suddenly raised her hand and slapped me hard in the face, pointing at me and yelling.
"You petty, ungrateful wretch! I raised you with blood, sweat and tears and you've turned me against me!"
"I don't know what sins I committed in my past life to give birth to such a wretched thing!"
I stumbled backward, my lower back slamming hard against the entryway.
Caleb's eyes widened as he reached out to catch me, but he was still too slow. I was pushed back and fell to the ground.
"Honey!"
A sharp pain shot through my lower abdomen as a warm flow gushed out.
I clutched my stomach, my face contorted in fear. "My stomach hurts so bad, my baby!"
Caleb frantically supported my waist, while my mother stood there sarcastically remarking. "It's just being pregnant, why are you being so dramatic?"
Just then, a burnt smell came from the kitchen.
Isabel slapped her thigh and exclaimed. "Oh-no, Ronan's favorite crayfish!"
She didn't even glance at me again, turning her head and disappearing into the kitchen.
My heart sank.
Too bad, in my mother's eyes, the baby in my womb wasn't as important as a pot of crayfish.