SOME THINGS ARE MEANT TO BE

CHAPTER 67

She was not afraid of hardship; however, she could not put her child through it.

She could lose her dignity and everything. She could live like a dog, despised and mocked by others. However, she could not let her child suffer with her. She knew that by coming back here, she would be subjected to contemptuous looks and beatings or scolding. They would despise her—even the maid had not allowed her to enter. She could only wait outside the door.

Although she knew how she would be treated, she still came back because she really had nowhere else to go.

After all, her mother was here.

The sound of footsteps came from behind. Before she could turn around, she was met with a loud smack. A hand had viciously slapped her ashen face.

“Why have you returned? I don’t have a lowlife daughter like you. Diego treated you so well. You dare to come back after what you did?”

Roberto pulled Evelyn from behind. If it wasn’t for him, she would have beaten Julianna to death.

“Mom...” Julianna covered her face with her hand. Why? Even her mother was treating her this way. She wasn’t just anyone; she was her mother. They were mother and daughter.

“Don’t you dare call me Mom. You don’t deserve it. I’ve said it before. I have only one daughter, and that was Diana. Get out of here. Leave this place. From this day forth, our ties are severed. You are not to call me as your mother. No.”

In the rain, her shouting tore her throat. It cut clearly into Julianna’s ears.

Severed their mother-daughter ties...

Her mother did not want her as well.

“Let’s go. Don’t bother about her.” Evelyn shoved Roberto’s hands; this time, she was calmer but crueler. He could only sigh at the sight.

Was this necessary? He thought of speaking, but Evelyn pulled him away.

Julianna suddenly knelt, abandoning all her dignity.

“Mom, please. Please don’t turn me away. I can be a maid... just let us stay alive.” She had used ‘us’, not ‘me’. The angry Evelyn had not bothered to listen to what she was saying.

She held on tightly with both her hands, and Roberto felt she was going to rip his elbow off.

“We are no longer related. Leave, I don’t want to see you.” She finished talking and walked heartlessly away. The door closed with a bang, leaving a kneeling Julianna. She closed her eyes shut as her tears merged with the rain that was beating down on her very pale face.

“Mom... I’m pregnant... I have a baby...” Her lips moved, her voice lost in the sound of the rain. No one heard her; no one would help her.

Slowly, she stood up, biting down on her slightly green lip. She stared at the house which she had stayed for almost twenty years. She could recall no happiness here.

“Mom... this will be the last time I’m calling you Mom. I will never address you like this again.”

She turned and walked away, putting herself one step at a time on the path in front of her. She looked down and removed the cast from her elbow, knowing that her hand might be crippled. There was no other way.

“Baby, don’t worry. Mommy will give birth to you, safe and sound. I promise.”

Evelyn drew the curtains back after the person was out of her view. She did not know why, but her face was covered with tears.

She was mentally rejecting her daughter. However emotionally, their mother-daughter bond could not be broken. It was just that she was too upset. Too angry.

She had wanted to go after her, but she realized there was no one in sight.

It continued to rain for the whole day. Julianna hid in an abandoned warehouse. She had been spending her nights there recently without any money or clothes. She was penniless.

She hugged herself tightly, cowering in a corner. The pain in her left arm was unbearable so she placed her right hand over it.

The occasional wind brought some rain into the warehouse. At times, one could hear the gut-wrenching cries of a woman.

The same rain and wind brought her cold—despair. However, it was not the case for some.