"That night, Jennifer called your grandfather. He answered the call, but he was impatient with her. He said it was pointless for her to come looking for him and she should look for the doctor instead.

"Jennifer said that the child was no longer breathing, and the doctor was not willing to help. Your grandfather replied …"

Lexi furrowed her brows and quoted what she had heard back then, word for word: "Our child shouldn't have been born. It's good that he died."

To this day, whenever Lexi recalled how Jennifer had been that night, she thought she was in a nightmare.

That stormy night, Jennifer had hugged her child's dead body. She had slumped onto the floor in the hospital corridors and cried hysterically.

Her wails had accompanied the sound of the storm, making the situation seem even more grim.

"No! Impossible!" Yvonne slapped the table, pulling Lexi back to reality.

"How could my grandfather get together with a lady who had just graduated from university?"

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