I knew Mrs. Orville truly loved Alex. She did not say a single word to blame me. Rather, she just kept calling and calling, but Charles never answered.
There was only a cold, busy tone on the line.
After running out of patience, my mother-in-law started contacting Charles’ assistant. She turned on the speakerphone as the assistant’s helpless voice echoed throughout the mourning hall.
"Mrs. Orville, today is Miss Grey’s prenatal check-up appointment. So, Mr. Orville-"
Before he could finish speaking, Charles’ angry voice came through.
"Does the young Mrs. Orville have to wait in line when she is pregnant? Don’t blame me for withdrawing my investment and shutting down the hospital if you dare to make Annette wait! Throw out all the other patients! I don't want to see anyone else!"
"Today, there can only be one pregnant woman in the obstetrics and gynecology department. It has to be Annette."
Instantly, the faces of the relatives changed.
My mother-in-law hung up the phone angrily and rushed toward the hospital.
I stopped her and said, "Mum, don't bother. Alex will not be buried here. It doesn't matter whether Charles comes or not. I am here to take Alex to the afterlife."