"So, when's the baby due?"

"Not for another six months."

"That feels like forever."

They resumed their stroll and chat.

Then, Sabrina noticed someone. "Miss Nelson, Mr. Nelson?"

A short distance away, Shirley, clad in hospital attire and looking frail, leaned on Wendell as they walked slowly.

Wendell appeared anxious, whispering something under his breath.

When they heard Sabrina's voice, they all looked up at the same time.

Noticing Shirley struggling to walk, Sabrina and Jennie quickly went over. "Miss Nelson, are you okay? Why are you in the hospital?"

Wendell appeared to be at a loss for words, letting out a deep sigh without responding.

Trying to appear cheerful, Shirley replied, “It's nothing to worry about, really, Miss Chavez."

Sabrina, seeing Shirley didn't want to delve into details, chose not to ask further. "Well, if you say it's nothing serious."

"Miss Chavez, I think we should be going now," Shirley said.

"Alright."

As Sabrina and Jennie left, Wendell couldn't hold back his frustration. "What's the point of all this?"

Wendell, who was known for being traditional and straightforward, seldom interfered with his daughter's personal matters. Even as she grew up in his house, he never noticed Shirley was pregnant.

The news of Shirley's premature delivery caught Wendell completely off guard, leaving him in shock. By then, regret was pointless.

While Wendell anxiously waited outside the operating room for news of his grandchild, he was hit with yet another devastating blow. Shirley had a stillbirth. Well, that was that.

To Wendell, who hadn't formed any attachment to the grandson he never got to meet, it seemed maybe it was for the better. Saving his daughter from the challenges of raising a child on her own, not to mention the potential difficulties in finding a partner later, seemed like a relief. However, he knew his daughter would be heartbroken for some time.

When Shirley woke up and heard the news, she was initially confused but eventually came to terms with the situation. It seemed as if fate itself had deemed the child not meant to be, considering it an accident.