It's evening. Wedding cancelled. And after all the heartbreaking dramas and cries, Kyla was in the hospital with Chelsea.
Chelsea had cried nonstop and was now sleeping, her head resting on Kyla's shoulder. Helen had sustained several injuries from the fall.
Soon the operation door slid open, and as if never asleep, Chelsea rose quickly. Voice shaky.
“How is she?”
“She's out of the critical state. All stitches have been done, and all she needs is rest.”
They both exhaled in relief.
“What about the baby?” Chelsea asked.
The doctor's hesitation was enough answer. Chelsea took a step back with wide eyes, but Kyla held her from behind.
Helen was transferred to a private ward. Chelsea sat beside her unconscious mother, face damp with dry tears.
Kyla was quiet. Hands locked. She cou
