Even the furious Mr. Clegg laid down his chopsticks at this point, sighing deeply, "This is unimaginable, how did it come to this..."
"Uncle and aunt, continue eating, I'll go check on the baby," Victoria put her head down, her eyes barely visible as if filled with tears.
Not waiting for a reply from Mr. or Mrs. Clegg, she stood up, pushed in her chair, and walked outside.
Outside the hospital, Hank Clegg drove into the underground garage.
He glanced in the rearview mirror at Rebecca Smith lying in the back seat.
Holding a pillow, her slurred speech was barely discernible, "Senior, hold me tight...don't let go..."
When they first got in the car, Rebecca demanded to reach over to hug him.
With no choice, Hank Clegg replaced himself with a pillow.
Rebecca kept muttering to herself in the back, repeatedly asking Hank Clegg if he would abandon her or ignore her.
