My Pretty Sweetheart novel Chapter 874

I wanted to cry but I couldn't do it. The child was called Callum, a name given by Irvin, he no surname was given.

His tomb was placed in the south.

The child's picture on the tombstone was blurred while the front of the tomb was covered in weed.

I squatted in front of the tomb and started cleaning the surrounding mess.

Leaning my forehead against the tomb, I smiled faintly. "I'm sorry, my child for only being here now."

I had been avoiding this for so many years. I thought I could get over it, but I couldn't.

Next to me, someone was sobbing quietly. It was a woman who was in her thirties.

I cast a sideways glance at the tombstone in front of her. It was the tomb of a middle-aged woman. It was probably her mother.

There was nothing I could say to comfort her. I remained quiet, watched her cry, and felt an emptiness in my heart. Why didn't I have any tears to cry?

After a while, the woman stopped crying. When she noticed me, she was slightly stunned. She said in a hoarse voice, "You..."

I smiled faintly, "I'm here to visit my child!"

When she glanced sideways, she took a look at the picture on the tombstone. Although the picture was not in the best condition, she could tell that it was a child.

After a slight pause, she asked, "How old was he?" "Full-term!" Or perhaps a little older.

She looked at me with reddened eyes, "Life is truly too short."

I didn't say anything and kept my gaze lowered.

When I left the cemetery, the woman hadn't left yet. It seemed that she didn't want to.

She told me a story about a girl, an eight-year-old child. She had a happy family - parents and a younger brother. The four of them lived a good life together.