The Love From Vengeance

199: NEED NO NONSENSE

LUKE’S POV

We all stood there, waiting for the doctor’s response. I was trying to figure out what this terrible news was, and I hoped it wasn’t what I was thinking,

The doctor hesitated before continuing, his eyes filled with sadness. “I’m sorry to say this, but your daughter has lost her baby. It appears that the fall caused her to miscarry.”

Veronica gasped, and Manuel covered his mouth in shock. I felt my heart drop to my stomach.

“I’m sorry; we did everything we could,” the doctor said softly.

Veronica burst into tears, and Manuel hugged her tightly. I stood there, feeling a mix of emotions. Guilt, regret, and sadness consumed me. I should have been more attentive to Tiffany’s needs; I should have been there for her.

“Can we see her?” Veronica asked after composing herself.

“Yes, but she’s still very weak. She needs rest, and we’ll be monitoring her closely,” the doctor replied.

We followed the doctor to Tiffany’s room and saw her lying in the hospital bed, looking pale and weak. Her eyes were red and swollen from crying. I approached her cautiously, not knowing what to

say.

“Tiffany,” I spoke her name softly, but she didn’t glance at me. “I’m…. sorry.”

She looked at me with tears in her eyes and whispered, “It’s okay, Luke. It wasn’t your fault.”

“Tiffany is my daughter,” Veronica cried. “Seeing you like this is really painful, and having knowledge of the death of that child is just so… I don’t even know what to say.”

“You don’t have to cry too much, mom. Everything will be alright.”

“I know everything will be alright, Tiffany. But this moment is too painful. Let me drown in tears, please.”

into my

took one last look at Tiffany, my expression filled with sadness. But then I left as well. Manuel had his hands in his pocket, and as I approached him,

you want to talk about?” I asked

happy now,

happy? I just lost my

what you want.”

NEED NO

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look, not even knowing the words to use at the moment. “Okay, you

“No, I’m not.”

“Yes, you are.”

the first place. You didn’t even like the fact that she was pregnant for you,

I was not quite happy learning that the both of us

says it all, Luke. That says it all. You never wanted to be by her side.

trying to be respectful around you. But I’m going to take any nonsense; do

start faking a mad face because I’m telling the truth? Don’t

scare me.”

Don’t you ever talk this nonsense again? Tiffany and I had sorted things out, and I was ready to take full responsibility for the child. Do you think I’m that heartless or cold–blooded that I would love it when someone died all because of my selfish needs? You don’t even know what’s happening in my life. Right now, I should be the saddest person on earth. I lost my son, and I can’t find my wife or my daughter. My building burned down, and now the baby I’m expecting is dead. What do you think of that, huh? Now, if you don’t have anything better to say, excuse me.”

him, leaving the hospital. I got into my car and sat down, letting out a deep sigh. I was so confused I didn’t even know what to do. The darkness was just falling upon me, striking and hitting me

bar and then stepped into a cacophony of sound and color. The air was thick with the scent of alcohol and sweat, and the dim lighting cast shadows that danced to the beat of the music. The room was filled with a mix of people–some laughing,

through my body. A band was on stage, their instruments blaring as they played with infectious energy.

beer to steady my nerves. As I took a sip, I surveyed the crowd. There were people of all shapes and sizes dressed in an eclectic mix of outfits. A man in a sharp suit sat next to a woman

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to sing. Her voice was hauntingly beautiful, drawing everyone’s attention as she poured her heart out into the music. And

the air.

a group of dancers, their bodies moving in perfect synchrony to the pounding beat of the music. I watched in awe as they twisted and turned, their movements a blur

taking the stage, each one more mesmerizing than the last. There were jugglers and fireeaters, magicians and poets, all showcasing their talents with a passion that was infectious. The energy in the room was electric, crackling with creativity and emotion. Then, this lady