"This is simple, isn't it? You're staying with us. Anyway, you and Max are getting married in a month or so. When the time comes, you can just go home a couple of days early."
Sandra felt a little bad, "Sofia, that would be too much trouble for you."
"No trouble at all! I've been hoping for a long time that you would marry Max and give birth to a big, fat grandson for me."
At this point, Sofia fell silent for a moment.
Then she spoke again, with her voice even softer than before, "You had a miscarriage because you were too tired from work. The next time you're pregnant, you must not work that hard ever again! You must take a good rest instead."
"Sofia, it was my fault to begin with. I thought I was young enough, that there wouldn't be any problem. Otherwise, my child with Max would be four now."
