Upon hearing the noise coming from behind her, Rose Liall immediately turned around and saw her pale-faced daughter lying in the hospital bed, awake. Rose's face was filled with joyous relief, "Annie, you're finally awake."
Benjamin Lawrence also looked over at the bed, his expression more solemn.
"Mom," Annie Lawrence held Rose's hand in a tight grip, her voice tinged with emotion, "Who had a miscarriage? Who were you talking about just now, Dad?"
Rose stiffened for a moment, her own face tensing up, "Annie, well..."
Images from just before she fell unconscious filled her mind.
Blood, so much blood, had flowed from beneath her.
And then, she had lost consciousness.
Annie's already pale face became even more ghastly white in an instant, her lips trembling. In disbelief, she looked at Rose, "My child... Mom, did I lose my baby?"
"Did I have a miscarriage, right?"
Rose stared at her daughter's state, unable to bring herself to reveal the truth.
