
Flower Michelin simply looked at the glass of cold milk with a blank look. His pale and thin face was no longer appetizing to do anything. News of her husband's death a few days ago left her battered to the bottom.
All he did was cry and cry. Her grudge had already been reciprocated but her heart was still unhappy. There was a longing that he had to endure and it was very painful to attack his heart. And it made him suffer more than any taste he had ever felt.
"I'd rather just die, hyks," he murmured softly with a melt of clear liquid that came back to burst from his eyelids.
"You're Fred's worst man. I hate you, hyks," he said again, wiping the liquid on his cheek.
"You can let me take care of your own children. You're really evil. I hate you!" Once again his complaint was heard accompanied by a heartbreaking cry.
The woman also gently stroked her stomach which felt moving. The twin babies seemed to say. He believes only his two children know how he is suffering right now.
Hate and longing seemed to tear his heart to formless. He wants to take his life away right now, but the love and affection for the successors of the Patria and Micheline families makes him forced to survive.
"Flo, do you want to change your milk, baby? it's cold" said Brenda Hudson, touching her shoulder. Flower Michelin flinched from her reverie. He also shrank his tears quickly.
"No problem, ma'am. I'll drink it," the pregnant woman replied and then immediately grabbed milk for the pregnant woman who was still full in the tall glass. He drank it until it was gone.
"Well, good baby. Your babies need good nutrition in order to grow up healthy and strong" said Brenda Hudson again with a smile on her face.
"Is there anything else you want to eat baby?" ask her again with great attention. He felt very sorry for the beautiful woman sitting in front of him. The woman who had already experienced the suffering of revenge and love that came simultaneously in her heart.
"I'm not strong, madam. I'm afraid I won't be able to deal with this all by myself, huaaaa." Flower Michelin finally spilled again the tightness in his chest by crying so badly. The woman hugged Brenda Hudson with her body shaking violently.
"Please baby, everything will be fine. I'm sure you're strong. Your babies will give you strength." The old woman gently stroked the Flower Michelin's back lovingly. He wanted Frederico Patria's wife not to feel alone in this harsh world.
"Fred evil Mistress. I miss him so much now even though I hate him so much huaaaa." The woman cried again until she fell unconscious.
"Flo wake up baby!" Brenda Hudson yelled for the pregnant woman out of fear and worry. He also asked all the servants to help him lift the body that was containing 3 lives.
George who just arrived at the place immediately lifted the body Flower Michelin into the private room of the woman. After that, he contacted Maggie Smith to come and help.
"Has this happened so often, madam?" george asked with a worried look at the woman lying weakly on the bed.
"Yes Sir. This has happened a lot since then" replied Brenda Hudson, lowering her head. He knew that he was wrong for not reporting the health development of the hostess to the confidant Frederico Patria.
"Why not tell me Madam?! Flower is pregnant with two twins and see her body is very thin and unhealthy." George looked at the butler with a hardened face. He really couldn't hide his anger at the moment.
"I'm sorry Sir. It won't happen again" said Brenda Hudson, with her head lowered.
George did not answer. The man immediately left the room with emotion on his chest. Once again he felt guilty for neglecting the health of his young master's beloved woman.
"What happened George?" maggie Smith asked with a worried face. The female doctor came quickly because she happened to be on a road not far from the address of the house.
"Come in. Mrs Patria is not well, doctor" Goerge replied, allowing the woman to enter the hostess' room. Maggie Smith. He no longer wanted to ask the man who looked like he was not okay.
"How do you feel, madam?" ask the beautiful doctor to Flower Michelin who has been awakened.
"I hate myself doctor," replied Flower Michelin with tears melting down her cheeks.
"Why?"
"I should have just died by then, doctor. He should have killed me too for my suffering to be over, hysteria," Isak Flower in a bitter tone.
"You mustn't say that, madam. There are very cute babies who want to live in this world with you." Maggie Smith smiled as she fed the woman with porridge mixed with meat and vegetables.
"But I want to see him doctor. I want to hold the answer to me, "flower Michelin replied as she chewed on the mouthfuls given by the beautiful doctor.
The pregnant woman looked sulky but continued to chew and almost finished the meal. Brenda Hudson involuntarily smiled broadly at the development of the Flower Michelin that was only willing to eat after a few days.
"Has this just happened, madam?" asked George who turned out to pay attention to Maggie Smith's interaction and also Flower Michelin is very good. Not to mention the wide smile he had just seen on the face of the butler.
"Yes Sir. The young mistress had only eaten like that this time. All this time he only drank milk" replied Brenda Hudson with her head lowered.
George smiled faintly at the sight he turned to Maggie Smith who was still conversing with Flower Michelin. One large bowl was spent by the pregnant woman only with a very gentle persuasion from the doctor.
"Well, it's time to take some vitamins" Maggie Smith said, showing some vitamin pills to pregnant women.
Flower Michelin smiled then grabbed the pills. She drank it for the sake of the twin babies who were very dear to her husband Frederico Patria.
From this moment on, he would rise up along with the wonderful memories that the man had once given him. These babies will replace the existence of the man that he has vanished with his own hands.
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