Chapter 105 He Killed His Own Child

Landing on my tailbone, a sharp pain exploded through me, snapping me back to reality. I looked over to see Moore at the well's edge after being pulled out by Idris. She was gasping for air, weakly slumped against Idris and coughing continuously, her face as white as a ghost. I figured if Idris had been just a second later, she would have been a goner. His eyes were on me, icy and almost completely void of warmth, filled with what seemed like loathing. I could tell he was furious. He did not say a word. He just scooped Moore up in his arms and walked away. "Iddy, my stomach's killing me," Moore whimpered, curled up in Idris's embrace, clutching her belly. Her usually pretty face was contorted with pain, almost beyond recognition. "Don't worry, we're heading to the hospital right now," Idris said, carrying her quickly away. I just sat there staring at the spot where Moore had been, the damp ground stained with a smear of her blood. I felt numb like a soulless puppet, with only a sharp ache throbbing in my chest. "Yvette!" Zoe's voice pierced the air, urgent and close. I turned, searching for her, as people streamed into the room. Zoe was there, with her mom and Maxwell. My mom spotted me on the floor and rushed to my side, her eyes brimming with worry. She reached down to help me up, all the while asking, "What's going on? They said there was trouble by the stage, and I came running. What happened?" I tried to rise with her support, but a sharp pain shot through my lower abdomen as I moved. I clutched at my stomach, sweat beading on my forehead. "What's wrong?" Mom's voice was tinged with concern. Maxwell's arms were suddenly around my waist, lifting me to my feet. As I stood, a warm trickle ran down my legs, and I looked down to see a spreading stain of red on the ground. My mind reeled as if struck by lightning. "Blood!" Mom's voice was a mix of shock and fear as she saw the pool on the floor. "Yvette, you're bleeding so much!" Zoe's eyes were fixed on the line of blood trailing down my calf to the ground. I was frozen, a chill wrapping around me, my heart too tight to speak. It must have been from the fall, the one that I thought had just bruised my tailbone during. However… "The baby..." My voice was a whisper, strangled by tears. "Quick, to the hospital!" Mom's cry was sharp, her tears flowing like a kite lost to the wind. When exactly did I black out? I think it was right after Maxwell scooped me up and we bolted from the old manor. I caught a glimpse of Madam Young stepping out, confusion written all over her face. Then there were the Young kids, staring at me with a mix of pity, sympathy, and, oh yeah, a touch of 'I’m sure glad that's not me'! Those looks must have stung more than I thought because that was when I shut my eyes. I found myself in a sea of white mist, chasing after the silhouette of my dad. I called out to him, but he did not answer or even glance back, just kept moving forward. It felt like forever before he finally turned around and gave me that smile, a smile that was both happy and heartbroken. I had not seen him in ages. When he stopped and waited for me, I just lost it and ran to him, sobbing, "Dad, I've missed you so much. Like, really missed you." He wrapped his arms around me, silent. After what seemed like an eternity, he gently said, "Yvette, it's time to head back. Let him go, and start living for yourself." I had no clue who he meant by 'him,' but I could not let go, shaking my head frantically. There was so much left unsaid. "Dad, I found Alex, I..." Before I could get the words out, he was gone. I searched frantically, calling out for him, but he was nowhere. I was left crying, feeling utterly alone. "Yvette, Yvette..." A voice reached me through the haze, and I slowly opened my eyes. Coming to, I saw my mom there, her eyes brimming with tears.