Nala’s Point of View“W-What are you saying?” I asked, my voice trembling.“Just like what I’ve said, I’ll help you escape, but you need to protect my grandchild in return, dear. I know that you are pregnant with Lionel’s child, and don’t try to deny it,” he said.I avoided his gaze. I couldn’t bring myself to look at Hugo’s father. I couldn’t deny to him that I was pregnant, something I easily denied to Damian before. His presence was too cold and intimidating, and I didn’t know if I could believe and trust him.When I looked at him, I remembered what Hugo had told me about him. I remembered the pain in Hugo’s eyes as he talked about his father. Thinking about those things hurts me deeply.“I’m not an enemy, dear,” he said seriously when I didn’t respond. “I know you already know what Lionel and I are up to and how useless a father I am, but I want you to know that I love my son, and I thank you because you didn’t give up on him. You loved him in a way that I couldn’t as his father.”

Hugo’s Point of ViewEverything happened so fast. My heart is pounding so fucking hard, and I barely breathed while waiting outside the operating room where Nala was. I don’t know what I’m going to do. I wanted to shout about my frustration, but I don’t have enough strength.Why did our fight with Daniel Cordova have to escalate to this point? Why did Nala have to get involved? She’s pregnant, for Pete’s sake!I can’t help but blame myself for what happened. If I had just accompanied her earlier, she wouldn’t have been shot and fallen down the stairs. We wouldn’t be here in the hospital right now!I forcefully pull at my hair.“Fuck!” I curse and then punch the wall with my bare hand, ignoring the pain.“C-Calm down, Mr. Fabellon. Nala will be fine, as will your baby,” she says. “All we need to do is be strong and pray for both of them,” Tami adds in a soothing tone.My jaw clenches. “How can I fucking calm down when I know that my family is in danger right now?!”She bows her head.I

Nala’s Point of View“So, how are you feeling? Don’t you feel anything strange about your body?” asked Doc Tami as she peeled an orange.I shook my head. “I’m okay, Doc Tami. Actually, I could be discharged today,” I joked.I still call her Doc Tami even though I know she’s my sister because I’m not comfortable calling her Sis or Sis Tami. I told her that on the second day since I woke up, and she understood. She said it’s understandable because we just met. Everything takes time, she said.She raised an eyebrow. “Don’t be so sure. You might feel something different after you’re discharged.”I pouted. “Is there such a thing?”“Of course. It’s not impossible. I’ve had patients who just left the hospital but came back because they felt something different,” she explained. “Here. Eat this. It will help you. Oranges are packed with vitamin C, fiber, and antioxidants, which can boost the immune system, improve digestion, and reduce the risk of chronic diseases,” she explained.I took the p

Nala’s Point of ViewI left the hospital with a mix of emotions. I wanted to scream, but it felt like I had no voice. I wanted to cry, but it seemed like I didn’t have the strength to sob. My hand was shaking as I walked aimlessly along the side of the road, not caring if I was hit by cars.The sun was hot, but I didn’t feel any pain. My whole body was numb from what I had learned.I felt betrayed.All this time, I was no longer pregnant. For two weeks, I was oblivious to what happened to my child! I couldn’t even mourn because they kept the truth from me!It hurts! It's extremely painful to lose a child as a mother. I didn’t even see, touch, kiss, or do anything. I didn’t even make her feel a mother’s care. I didn’t even apologize earlier. I neglected her. I failed to protect her!This is my fault.I didn’t know where my feet were taking me as I continued to walk. I ignored the people who were glancing at me. They probably thought I was going crazy. I didn’t care.I heard my cellphon

Nala’s Point of View“Hey, just follow us, Nala, okay? We’ll wait for you there,” Jenna reminded me, already prepared to leave with our other colleagues.I smiled and nodded at her. “Okay. Take care, everyone!” I added.Once they had left, I continued packing up my belongings on my desk. It was already three in the afternoon, and we were about to leave work. We always leave early on Fridays because there’s no work at the office the next day.Just as I turned off the lampshade on my table, my cellphone, which was inside my bag, started ringing. I picked it up and quickly answered the call when I saw the name flashing on the screen.“Hello, Uncle Gael?” I greeted as soon as I answered.“Hello, dear. Did I disturb something?”I shook my head, even though he couldn’t see me. “No, Uncle. I’m actually about to leave. Do you have any orders for me?”“Can you come to my office, dear? We just need to talk about something in person; it’s kind of important.”“Sure, Uncle. Just wait for me.”“Oka