Justin Battleson quickly grabbed Charlotte Thompson's hand, only to find that her fingertips were ice-cold.
"Charlotte, it's okay, it's okay, don't we already have Cyrus and the others…"
Each tear streaming from Charlotte Thompson's eyes felt like a dagger piercing Justin Battleson's heart.
He couldn't help but squeeze Charlotte Thompson's palm tighter, and though he pressed it against his cheek, her fingertips remained cold.
"It's my fault, I didn't protect the child…"
Charlotte Thompson closed her eyes in deep remorse. At this moment, she couldn't ignore the pain within her, feeling it spread to every limb.
Finally, the weight pressed against her heart so heavily that it was almost hard for her to breathe.
Being a mother to several children made Charlotte Thompson treasure her offspring even more, showing the immense impact the miscarriage had on her.
"Charlotte, this isn't your fault, you haven't done anything wrong."
