When Penelope rushed to the hospital, looking at her daughter's pale face, her heart also ached.
"Emma, I'm late. Are you okay?"
Emma was surprised to see her mother appear: "Mom, I'm fine. It's probably just a minor miscarriage. It'll be fine after a few days of observation. You haven't told Gabe about me being hospitalized, right?"
"Not yet." Penelope came here in secret, not daring to disturb her son, who was studying for his exams. She thought that if her daughter's condition were serious, it wouldn't be able to be hidden, but today she just wanted to come and see for herself.
"I, it's my fault. I shouldn't have agreed to this relationship."
Emma looked at her mother. Penelope was like an eggplant hit by frost. This was the first time she heard her mother apologize.
She smiled: "Don't blame yourself anymore. Contact them less in the future."
"I have to go and make it clear tomorrow; they and I will no longer be together."
