DANNELLE'S POV
Beep. Beep. Beep.
I could hear nothing but the sound from the machine that was being attached to my son who was still unconscious. It's been a year now since he was comatose and up until now, there was no progress.
I sighed hopelessly. I took his hand and pressed it tenderly in between my palms, kissing it and prayed. My son is too young to suffer like this. If only I could take them all just for him not to suffer anymore. It is painful for me to see him in that situation.
This is all my fault. If only I didn't drown myself from too much work, I would have had much time to protect them. I was too busy with the business I was engaging in, which was progressively generating through the years, thinking that I would be able to provide them more than what they need.
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