The Woman From Hell novel (Wanda and Theo) novel Chapter 960

[I'm not qualified to be a mother. I care too little for Munchkin. Sometimes, I even put him through pain when I'm emotionally unstable. Hence, I hope that you'll find him an outstanding and kind woman. I hope both of you will take good care of him together, showering him with adequate love and care. As for m e, I'll try my best to live the rest of my life while giving you my silent blessings at a place you can't see.]

The train moved slowly. It took a day and a night to reach Zenon. I did not sleep during the day and looked out the window at the scenery.

On my way to Abundant City, I saw a large flower garden with a mixture of different colored flowers. The sight was breathtaking to see from afar.

I wanted to ask the train to stop so I could admire the view to my heart’s content, but like my life, beauty never lasted and everything that was beautiful was also fleeting.

It was two o'clock in the morning when the train arrived at Zenon. The hotel near the train station was open for check-in at this hour, so I went there to spend the night.

When I woke up the next afternoon, I tossed my SIM card away and went to the cemetery.

My child was buried here. Matthew knew that I once wanted to bring my child to Zenon, hence he made the decision for me by making Zenon the child's final resting place.

It was almost June and the weather was warmer now. On my way to the cemetery, several people were paying their respects, which made the place even more heartwarming.

Zenon was a small city with a slow pace of life. Most o f whom lived here were locals, hence they retained the traditional habits and customs of the older generation.

I came to the tombstone and looked at the slightly blurred photo as well as the overgrown weeds. I thought about how great it could be if he was not my child. He would have been born into this world safely and healthily, even getting to live a happy life.

I felt an urge to cry but could not actually cry. Perhaps I had long felt numb, so it was very difficult for me to cry now.

Words of comfort were futile, so I chose to remain silent and watched her cry.

Her cries left my heart empty. I could not help but ask myself why I was not crying.

After a very long while, the woman’s cries grew softer. Noticing my gaze, she looked at me as well as the photo on the tombstone.

I pursed my lips and said in a hoarse voice, "I'm here t o see my child."

The woman cried even harder. "How old was he?" "Full-term.”