I had already decided to leave. There was no reason to keep this child.
Mrs. Lombardi looked surprised. Then I saw something strange in her eyes—like she didn’t want to let go of the baby either.
“Sophia,” she said gently.
She then continued desperately, “You got pregnant with this baby on purpose. It would be a shame to lose it.”
“I know Angelo hurt you badly, but the child is innocent. Your son indeed just died and now this child is here. Maybe it’s a sign that Angelo still wants you,” she told me.
At the mention of my son, my heart shattered. I couldn’t stop the tears from falling.
Mrs. Lombardi saw that I was emotional and quickly called Angelo, asking him to apologize to me.
She called more than ten times, but he never picked up. Then, finally, he called me.
As soon as I answered, his angry voice came through the phone.
“Sophia, what’s wrong with you? Will you die if you don’t complain for just one day? Actually, I should’ve also pushed you into that statue! Besides, it seems that you enjoy playing mother and son so much anyway.”