Lost Me Gained Regret

"You're acting all sneaky."

Christine looped her arm through Bella's as they walked in. "Bella, it's only because your darling daughter was getting antsy. I thought I'd do a little recon on the enemy."

Bella chuckled, "So now I'm the enemy."Copyright by Nôv/elDrama.Org.

Christine slapped her forehead, "Oh, excuse my lack of fancy words, didn't mean to make you the butt of the joke."

Bella knew her all too well; Christine was always up for a laugh and didn't take it to heart. Pulling up a chair, she said, "Have a seat. Spend a little time chatting, and you'll see why there's a rush."

I was genuinely surprised, "You and Ramona can talk for that long?"

After all, the drama between Victor and Pearl had caused a rift with my mom and the entire Myers family.

Bella took a sip of water, "Honestly, I didn't expect it either. Given Ramona's condition, it was surprising how calmly we could chat."

"Some details about Victor I'd forgotten, she remembered."

Then, she shifted tone, "But there's something I've got to tell you."

I had a bad feeling, "Ramona, she..."

The look on my face must've given me away.

"It's exactly what you're thinking."

My emotions were a tangled mess.

Bella continued, "I arrived just as she was asking for Victor, Dr. Andrews, and Mr. Abdul. It took a bit of effort to calm her down."

"Don't look so down. After I got there, she stopped asking for Victor."

"Dr. Andrews suggested we get people she knows but isn't close with to talk more with her. It could help with her condition."

I chimed in with my guess, "But, I'm not one of those people?"

Bella held my hand, trying to comfort me, "It's not that you can't. It's just for now, until she's more stable. This condition has its lucid moments."

I couldn't hide my sadness.

Feeling sorry for me yet compelled to be honest, Bella said, "You don't need to stay at the hospital if you can't help. Go home, rest. Ivy has cleared my schedule for the next few days to take care of you."

"Look at you, you're pale as a ghost. You need to eat well for the baby. Unless you don't want this child."

This child was never part of my plans.

But now that it's happening, I have to be responsible for it.

Caught in this dilemma, I sighed, "It's my fault for not being careful enough."

"As if being careful could've

predicted this," my mom

immediately grew anxious, los

her usual composed demeanor for

that of a concerned mother.

Seeing her daughter self-criticize, she couldn't help but snap her out of it.

Yet, I could feel her love in her words.

"If precognition was in our skill set, we'd have been reunited long ago."

"I think about all these years, and I wish I had the power to foresee."

"If you insist on blaming yourself, then I'm the root of all mistakes. I'm your mom. I brought you into this world but lost you. If you had always been by my side, none of this mess would've happened."

"I'm the one who's truly at fault."

"

"

Words of comfort were on the tip of my tongue, but I suddenly smiled.

These were just repetitive conversations, going back and forth, meaningless now.

What's done is done, and time can't be turned back.

The only thing to do now is to take care of myself, not to worry those who love me.

"I'll listen to you, but I also want to stay updated about Ramona."

"Don't worry, I'll keep you informed about everything, honestly."

Just then, Christine chimed in, "I'll be at the hospital these coming days; I'll keep you updated. You just focus on getting some rest at home."