I took the report and smiled bitterly, tears falling involuntarily.
I felt a deep connection to the child I had carried for five months. Before I died in my previous life, I could feel his struggle for life in my belly.
I was burned to death, so how could he survive?
Now, I had survived, but he died by his father's push.
It was unfortunate for him to have such a father.
Calvin had already made his choice between my baby and Victor.
My child, your father didn't deserve us.
My mother tried to comfort me, "Wendy, don't be sad. You and Calvin are young. You can have another child. Your health is the most important!"
My mother didn't know the truth and just hugged me and cried.
I asked, "Mom, where's Calvin? Is he..."
Did he die?
My mother hesitated before speaking, "Don't be mad."
Mad?
He had survived.
My mother continued, "Calvin is fine, he's just mildly burned. He rescued a mother and child."
It really made me angry that they didn't die.
It was as if fate was leaving them for me to deal with.
But my mother didn't know about it.
She held her phone tightly and didn't dare to look at me.
"Mom, are you hiding something from me?" I asked.
She shook her head frantically.