Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Chapter 1155

Here's your story, adapted into a Western context with localized names, foods, and customs:

Upstairs, in her bedroom, Rebecca White was asleep.

But even in sleep, her brow was deeply furrowed-her rest was anything but peaceful.

Outside, the sky was overcast. Gray clouds hung low, casting a dull light into the

room.

Rebecca lay on a gently rocking chair, her pregnant belly rounding out her faded pajamas. Her mother, Jacquetta, sat beside her with a steaming bowl of chicken noodle soup. She scooped up a spoonful, blew on it to cool it down, then held it up to Rebecca's lips.

"It's not too hot now, honey. Here, have some."

Rebecca shifted her gaze from the window to her mother. "Why bother? We're not even keeping this baby... Why drink chicken soup?"

Jacquetta winced, her heart aching. "Don't say that. No matter what happens with the baby, your body is still your own. You need to stay strong."

She knew all too well what pregnancy could do to a woman, how much it could take from her.

"Come on now. Take care of yourself, okay? Open up."

Rebecca sighed, defeated by her mother's gentle persistence, and took a sip. After a moment, she said quietly, "Mom, Eddy hasn't called me in six months..." Jacquetta's hand trembled. Her eyes filled with tears, but she pretended not to hear.

"What do you want for dinner tonight? I'll make you anything."

make me some mac and

"Of course."

...

scene shifted from home

"Ahhh..."

the delivery room, sweat pouring down her face

"Eddy! It hurts!"

Jacquetta rushed to her side, grabbing her daughter's hand. Even now, in the middle of labor, Rebecca was

there. He

her side was her

whispered, wiping Rebecca's

hurts. Hang in there,

voice

of her strength to stare up at the ceiling,

cry pierced the

"He's here!"

broke into a flurry

"It's a boy!"

him to his

a tiny bundle. Rebecca's eyes filled with

the nurse. Her face was set, her voice cold. "No. Take the baby out. She doesn't need to see

in disbelief, her eyes pleading. "Just...

Jacquetta's voice was steely, her jaw clenched. “You remember what we agreed, don't