’Claire Sinclair, you useless thing...’
’Can’t soone just co and kill !’
’Even if they don’t kill , I’d rather be crippled, broken, or beaten senseless. Just don’t let live in peace.’
’Really, I don’t want to live in peace...’
"SOB... SOB... What am I going to do? How am I supposed to face our baby? How am I supposed to face him?"
At that mont, Claire Sinclair was completely lost, overco with a despair that left her unable to live, yet unable to die.
When Adrian Quincy returned from his call, he saw her curled up in a corner, her body wracked with sobs. Her tear-streaked face held a despair he had never witnessed before.
"Claire!" His heart twisted in agony. He rushed over and pulled her fiercely into his arms. "It’s alright. We’re still young. We’ll have another child."
"WAAAHHH..." She cried even harder, like a lost child unable to find her family.
Adrian’s heart bled for her. He held her even tighter, uttering words of comfort that even he found unconvincing. "This isn’t your fault. It’s mine. It’s my fault for not protecting you and the baby. It’s all my fault..."
"WAAAHHH..." She kept her head down and wailed, wishing she could cry herself to death on the spot.
’It’s gone. My baby is gone...’
’And there will never be another...’
’I didn’t take proper care of myself at all during that ti. My health fell apart. I’ll definitely never be able to get pregnant again, not when my body is in such awful condition.’
’I’m a wreck, a moron. I don’t deserve to be a mother.’
’I was so stupid that even Heaven couldn’t bear to watch, so it stripped of my right to be a mother.’
’I have no right to be a mother at all...’
’I couldn’t even protect a tiny embryo. Am I even human?’
As if sensing her despair, Adrian quickly spoke up. "Claire, don’t let your imagination run wild. Rember that full-body check-up I took you for at the hospital? The doctor said there were no major issues with your health. As long as your periods are regular, you can conceive again. We still have a chance to have another child."
Hearing this, Claire finally showed a slight reaction, lifting her eyes, which were clouded with tears, to et his gaze.
"Really?"
"It’s true. I swear on the na of Quincy Manor, I’m not lying to you this ti."
"But our baby is gone. I didn’t protect him... I’m too weak..." Overwheld with grief, she burst into tears again.
"It’s alright. Why don’t you think of a na for the baby first? We’ll buy him a burial plot and give him a proper funeral, so that his coming into our world wasn’t in vain. How does that sound?"
Claire nodded repeatedly, her voice choked with emotion. "O-Okay... We can’t let our baby beco a wandering spirit. We’ll give him a little house, and we can go visit him when we have ti."
"So, will you think of a na for him first?" Adrian prompted gently, hoping not only to pull her out of her self-recrimination but also to soothe the sorrow in her heart.
"I don’t know what na to give him. I can’t think of anything." In her current state, she was simply unable to think about anything at all.
Adrian was silent for a mont before saying in a low voice, "Why don’t we call him Ren? Like ’reborn.’ It reminds of the line from a poem: ’Wildfires cannot burn it all; the spring wind blows, and life is born again.’ It symbolizes an undying soul, that in the future, he will co back to be our child."
’Ren... Ren Quincy.’
It was a beautiful na with a wonderful aning. Claire was very pleased with it and nodded. "Then let’s call him Ren. Ren Quincy."
"Alright, Ren it is." As he spoke, Adrian slid his arms beneath her, slowly lifting her up. He took a couple of steps to the bed and gently set her down.
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