Minerva can't keep her eyes dry for a while. Tears just kept on falling down her cheeks. What have I done? She started condemning herself. I have indulged myself on my personal happiness these past days that I did not even have the time to contact Chastity. What kind of mother am I? Am I just selfish, not caring about my daughter and grandson?
"Am I a bad mom?" Minerva said softly.
"Shhhh! You're not. You are not a bad mother. This is just an accident," Doctor B answered and kissed her forehead. His lips stayed there for a while. He kept consoling her in the backseat. Hugging her tightly, he rubbed her back softly as he whispered in her ear, "It's okay. It's gonna be okay."
Harry's forehead frowned upon seeing the two older people at the back, hugging each other ti
