She grabbed at Conrad’s hand with as much strength as she could muster, but to Conrad, it was merely like a cat lightly pawing at him.
Conrad instinctively held her bony hand and said, “I’ll take you back to Fia and my home, alright?”
Echo nodded slowly as if every action and every word had a chance of taking her life.
In order to buy her some more time, Conrad asked for the ventilator to be brought with them.
On their way home, Echo was so tired that she fell asleep again.
Fia stared at her chest with her eyes wide. Only when she saw that her chest was rising and falling did she feel sure that she was alive.
Once home, Fia remained by her mother’s side, guarding her. She refused to go anywhere and refused to eat or drink.
At night, she would sleep close to her mother. She didn’t dare to close her eyes as she listened to her mother’s light breathing.
The next morning, Conrad opened the door to the guestroom.
“Go eat some breakfast. I’ll take care of Mom.”
Fia shook her head.
Conrad looked at her face which had lost its glow after staying up all night and said, “When Mom wakes up and sees you like this, she’ll get worried.”
Fia looked at herself. Her clothing was full of wrinkles. As she easily became sweaty because of the pregnancy, she felt like her entire body was sticky.
When she woke up later, her mother would definitely worry about her and the baby.
Only then did she stand up, and she stared at Conrad. “I’ll go take a shower. Help me look after her. Don’t leave her alone, understand?”
“Call me if something happens, alright?”
Fia went upstairs and showered.
While she was showering, her ears were perked up as she was highly focused on what was happening outside.
She was worried that her mother wanted to see her, and she would miss Conrad or Mrs. Taylor calling for her.
Instead, she heard Beryl’s voice from downstairs when she was halfway through her shower.
She didn’t even have time to close the valve to the shower or wash the bubbles away from her as she grabbed and wore a bathing robe and ran out of the bathroom.
She could already hear the curses from the guestroom when she was still on the stairs.
“You cursed woman! Get out of my son’s house! If you want to die, die somewhere else! Don’t die in my son’s house!”
It was Beryl.
Fia almost rolled down the stairs.
She roared. “Conrad!”
She told him to watch after her mom! How could he let his vile mother get into her room!
Conrad hurried toward the guestroom when he heard his mother’s curses, with a bowl of porridge that he had just prepared from the kitchen.
“What are you doing, Mom?!”
He ran in and saw that his mother had pulled the respirator from Echo and dragged her off the bed by pulling her hair. She even kicked her head.
He roared out in anger, “Stop!”
He ran over to stop her, but he was pushed away by his own mother.
“My stupid son! They’re both cursed! How can you…”
Conrad couldn’t control his wrath and flung his mother away.
Beryl’s head slammed against the wall and she cried out in pain.
Conrad didn’t even give her a glance as he helped Echo back to the bed.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t know she would do this…” Conrad apologized, his eyes slowly turning red.
Echo’s pale face was slowly becoming red as she tried to breathe. It was as if someone was choking her.
Fia ran into the guestroom and pushed Conrad away as she screamed.
She held her mom like a mother hen protecting its chick.
Then, she dialed Jason’s number. “Doctor Evans, please save my mom! Please…”