Mr. Derrick's POV
Aunt Abigail's speech faltered as she gave way to a coughing fit, her weak body quivering with each wheezing inhalation.
Shirley hurried to her side and helped her to lie down, her eyes shining with intense worry. The only sound in the room was Aunty Abigail's gentle sighs as she breathed heavily.
At last, she spoke once more, her tone hardly rising above a whisper. "Derrick, your parents picked me to carry you." Although they desired a child, your mother was unwilling to go through the agony of giving birth. Thus, they persuaded me, their devoted maid, to serve as a stand-in. You are my son; I gave birth to you...
Her eyes closed and her speech trailed off, as though speaking had become too much for her. “But a surrogate mother. That's why I have that compassion
