The Woman From Hell
Chapter 960

Chapter 960

[I'm not qualified to be a mother. I care too little for Munchkin. Sometimes, I even put him throughpain when I'm emotionally unstable. Hence, I hope that you'll replace him an outstanding and kindwoman. I hope both of you will take good care of him together, showering him with adequate loveand care. As for m e, I'll try my best to live the rest of my life while giving you my silent blessings ata place you can't see.]

The train moved slowly. It took a day and a night to reach Zenon. I did not sleep during the day andlooked out the window at the scenery.

On my way to Abundant City, I saw a large flower garden with a mixture of different colored flowers.The sight was breathtaking to see from afar.

I wanted to ask the train to stop so I could admire the view to my heart’s content, but like my life,beauty never lasted and everything that was beautiful was also fleeting.

It was two o'clock in the morning when the train arrived at Zenon. The hotel near the train stationwas open for check-in at this hour, so I went there to spend the night.

When I woke up the next afternoon, I tossed my SIM card away and went to the cemetery.

My child was buried here. Matthew knew that I once wanted to bring my child to Zenon, hence hemade the decision for me by making Zenon the child's final resting place.

It was almost June and the weather was warmer now. On my way to the cemetery, several peoplewere paying their respects, which made the place even more heartwarming.

Zenon was a small city with a slow pace of life. Most o f whom lived here were locals, hence theyretained the traditional habits and customs of the older generation.

I came to the tombstone and looked at the slightly blurred photo as well as the overgrown weeds. Ithought about how great it could be if he was not my child. He would have been born into this worldsafely and healthily, even getting to live a happy life.

I felt an urge to cry but could not actually cry. Perhaps I had long felt numb, so it was very difficultfor me to cry now.

Peace Lane. The child's name was given by Matthew with my family name, hoping that he wouldremain at peace and safe no matter where he would go in the afterlife.

I bent down to pluck the weeds around the tombstone. When everything was plucked, I kissed thephoto on the tombstone and said softly, "I'm sorry, baby.

"You must be blaming me for only coming to see you now."

Once a person committed a sin, it would become something they carried for the rest of their lives.They would be unable to free themselves from it. I would forever feel sorry for this child and wouldnever forgive myself.

When I heard a woman crying beside me, I looked over.

It was a woman who looked to be about my age. There was a photo of a man in his 40s on thetombstone. That was probably her father.

Words of comfort were futile, so I chose to remain silent and watched her cry.

Her cries left my heart empty. I could not help but ask myself why I was not crying.

After a very long while, the woman’s cries grew softer. Noticing my gaze, she looked at me as wellas the photo on the tombstone.

I pursed my lips and said in a hoarse voice, "I'm here t o see my child."

The woman cried even harder. "How old was he?" "Full-term.”