"How's my baby?" Adelia asked her father as soon as she remembered that she was pregnant. "My baby is okay, right? Father?"
But even before her father could answer her question, Adelia could tell the answer by just looking at her father's grim face. That's why she was stunned and tears started flowing from her eyes again. She was shaking, and she was shaking so violently that she could no longer control her body. That prompted her father to put her into a tight embrace.
"N-No..." All Adelia could do was a whisper. "N-No... My baby is not gone, r-right?"
But her father just hugged her tightly, while whispering things in her ear that she couldn't even comprehend anymore. It seemed like her brain was wired now in a way that it would only accept the words that would form the answer to her
