#Chapter123
The woman who gave birth to me looks away from the love of my life, laying on the bed unconscious, and turns to look at me.
Her eyes widen, like a deer caught in highlights, but as a few moments pass, they soften and fill with what seems like regret.
Wow, she's a brilliant fucking actor.
/"Axel, I just wanted to talk to you-/"
/"Get the fuck out of here./" I cut her off, ignoring the way her expression turns hurt after I say the words.
I don't give a fuck about her feelings because she obviously didn't give a fuck about mine when she left me alone in belief that I was responsible for her death.
/"Please, son, I want to make things okay between us./" she pleads and I huff.
