Jackson’s POV
I couldn’t apprehend what the doctor was trying to say. I held his collar tight against my grip. I took out my gun and placed it on his forehead, placing the gun roughly against his gun, I’m sure it going to leave a bruise later.
“What the f**k are you trying to say, doctor? What do you mean?.” I said almost yelling.
The man shivered in my hold.
“S-S-She is alive.”
I let go of him once he said that.
“Then what the f**k do you mean by you are sorry?.”
“The babies.”
I felt my heart sink when he said that. Even though I never got to see the babies I still grew attached to them, I loved them. They are gone, they left even before we could see them, love them, care for them.
“I’m sorry Sir, I couldn’t save them, I tried but she was bleeding a lot.”
Oh My God, I tri
