Chapter 397 - Three Hundred And Ninety-seven: Fate Fucked Her (2/2)

”Why didn't you stop me when I turned out that way? Huh? You did this to me!” She pointed to her chest angrily, ”You knew everything, the way I made living hell for Maya, the maltreatment she received from me, yet you turned a blind eye to it!”

”Kim, I -”

”Do you even know why I hated her in the first place?” she hissed, feeling the resentment she had buried for years rising to the surface.

”Because you hated Maya and when you didn't rebuke me for bullying her, I thought it made you happy and what do you expect a six-year-old to do? if not to make mama proud,” she taunted her.

Tears flooded Angela's eyes and spilled down her cheeks, ”I'm so sorry -”

Kim's expression suddenly changed when her mother turned pale and began to reach and she, knowing what that meant, grabbed the disposable vomit bowl and brought it to her face. Angela threw up into the fowl.

The anger Kim felt dissipated at once. No matter how angry she was, seeing her mother in that condition was more heartbreaking.

”You're getting worse,” Kim noticed blood in her vomit, worsening her fears.

Angela leaned back into the pillow, squeezing her eyes shut because she felt sick, yet she said to her daughter, ”Don't make it a big deal. You know I'm not going to survive this,”

”I don't want to hear that,” Kim replied, getting up to her feet to get rid of the bowl.

Once in the washroom, Kim stared at her reflection in the mirror - she was a shadow of herself. She felt sick to the stomach and there were noticeable bags under her eyes from lack of sleep. Even when she hadn't been taking care of Angela, she couldn't sleep comfortably; the thought of her mother dying soon gave her sleepless nights.

”Oh God,” She groaned, running her hand through her hair, ruffling it. Her head filled with thoughts felt like it was exploding and she was goddamn tired. This must be fate fuckimg with her for what she did to Maya. Yeah, she's fucked up.

After catching her breath in the washroom, she came out to see her mother resting. Their eyes met yet none of them said anything, keeping their thoughts to themselves.

It was at that moment when Kim wanted to catch her own rest that it clicked in her head, the room was too quiet which means….

”Where's Tommy?” Dread filled her as she began to search the room frantically, ”Where's my son?” She almost went crazy with worry.

”I don't think he's in here. He must have slipped out when we were discussing,” Angela pointed out in a weak tone.

Kim decided to search outside and rushed to open the door only for it to open revealing her son.

”Mommy!”

”ThankGod!” Kim hunched down and pulled him into her arms, relieved. She would not live if something happened to him too.

She broke away from him, ”Don't try this again!” Kim rebuked him, hugging him once more before discovering they were not alone.

They must have been the one who found him, Kim surmised and glanced up to thank her savors only to stiffen.

No way.