Secret Wedding Geeky Girl & Cold Doctor
Return Son!

There was a hysterical cry from a room. Marchel had just told Sheila about their child not being able to survive, hours after Sheila came to terms with the drug. Sheila cried so much that Marchel hugged her tightly.

Mother was still standing in the corner of the room with tears in her eyes. Regretting all his bad deeds to Sheila. Upon learning that Sheila's child was her own flesh and blood, the mother was filled with guilt, having been instigated by Audry so easily.

"Give me back my son, Brother Marchel. If you don't want to admit it, why kill him? He's my son, not your son. Brother Marchel has no right to take it from me." With a very weak move Sheila tried to get up, but Marchel held her back. The woman did not care anymore about the intense pain in the incision in her stomach. The fact of losing her child hurts more than anything. It even feels better to die.

Marchel was still hugging Sheila who was still lying weakly. "I'm sorry, Sheila, I'm guilty. Please be patient."

Sheila shrieked even more, flailing Marchel's chest with her remaining strength. The murmur is back. "Return my son! Restore it!"

"Darling, listen to me... We can still have another child. We'll start a new chapter, I promise I'll make you happy. We'll leave everything and live in a new house, just the two of us. Just you and me. I love you, Sheila! Very!"

It was as if those words meant nothing to Sheila anymore, all she wanted was her son. "Bring my son to me. I want to see it." Isakan for Sheila's sake continued to echo in the room.

Marchel came out of the room to the nursery where her body was. Sheila continued to cry bitterly. Mom approached, trying to calm Sheila down. However, just about to touch her shoulder Sheila was already shouting.

"Don't touch me! You're all killers! You killed my son!" Hysterical cries echoed back. Mother can only bow.

The middle-aged woman took a few steps back while wiping her tears. "I'm sorry, Sheila! It's all mom's fault."

Sheila continued to cry, not caring anymore about the words of the mother-in-law who was too evil for her. Marchel entered the room with a small, lifeless baby. Sheila fell silent, her joints felt limp. His hands trembled, stalling to ask Marchel to hand the baby over to him.

Marchel put the baby girl in Sheila's lap. The young woman's tears were increasingly unbearable to see the body of her little baby who had turned blue in some parts. Sheila kissed the pale face a few times, then hugged her tightly.

"My son. forgive mom. I can't protect you from those bad guys. What's our fault with them? Why are they doing all this to us." Sheila looked back at the little baby's face, deep and long. With her tears growing more and more. A moment later, she hugged the baby's body back. Shouting hysterically.

Marchel immediately hugged Sheila and tried to calm her down. Sheila did not want to be touched by Marchel. "Don't touch me! Go all of you. You murderers! You killed my son."

Sheila kept shouting while calling her dead child, until Doctor Willy walked into the room and gave her a sedative injection.

"What's that?" marchel looked at Willy.

"It's just a tranquilizer. Sheila needs that" Willy replied. He looked at Sheila. It was heartless to see the young woman suffer so much. The treatment of her mother and Audry, following Marchel's distrust is completely unfair to Sheila.

With the remnants of her consciousness, Sheila still muttered a little, asking Marchel to revive her son.

"Give me back my son, Brother Marchel. Please, give me back my son!" Until the young mother felt dizzy and finally fell back asleep in Marchel's arms.

Marchel immediately grabbed her son who was still held tightly by Sheila. While Willy, pat Marchel on the shoulder. Trying to strengthen his best friend.

"Patience! Everything's gonna be fine. It's better to bury your daughter soon" Willy said with a nod by Marchel.

"All right! Thank you, Wil."

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In the afternoon, in a cemetery. Marchel was seen crying over a new tomb. His regretful cries seemed to be of no use anymore. He has lost something precious in his life. Even with the mother who kept crying. As a result of his mistake, his own grandson became a victim.

Some relatives who had participated in the funeral procession had gone one by one, after offering condolences to Marchel.

Willy then patted his best friend's shoulder, "Let's Marchel... It's afternoon. You should stay with Sheila at the hospital. He could have gone back hysterical when he woke up."

Marchel did not answer. Empty look. Mom sat on the other side of the tomb. It still sounds sad.

"Mother, gohome! I'm going back to the hospital." Marchel stood up from her crouching position.

With tears in his eyes, the mother rested under his feet. Begging forgiveness. "It's all mom's fault, Marchel. Mother's the one who caused all this."

Marchel closed her eyes violently, her tears flowing again. "If you want to apologize, apologize to Sheila, Mom! Not me. I didn't report Audry to the police because mom was involved. But, if Sheila wants it, then I will."

After saying that sentence, Marchel left the mother who was still sitting at the side of the tomb. With Willy, Marchel headed for a car parked in front of the cemetery gate.

"What should I do, Wil? Sheila will never forgive me. He's gonna hate me." Marchel leaned back, while Willy started driving.

"As time goes by, Sheila will forget everything. It's a matter of time. You still have a chance to have another child. Sheila is still very young."

"Yes, but I made him suffer. I left him for seven months. I admit it was my biggest mistake. And when I came back, I didn't trust him and doubted my own son."

"Easy! The most important thing now is Sheila's health, and the healing of her heart wounds. Apologize to her and acknowledge your feelings. I know you love her so much, right? Don't pretend anymore."

"You're right. I'm late to realize it."

Thirty minutes later, they arrived at the hospital. Marchel and Willy accelerate towards the room where Sheila is.

Until arriving in front of a room, Willy patted his best friend's shoulder. "Find Sheila and apologize. Refer to him gently. He will forgive you!"

Marchel replied with a nod, while Willy was already moving towards his room.

The door opened, Marchel stepped into the room. He spread his gaze to every corner of the room . "Sheila.." call her.

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