Chapter 6 Chapter 2.3

"Mom, let's go home, let's go back to the house," I said to her again, but she didn't answer. I didn't know how far we were from the house because we had been traveling for hours. Before long, we stopped.

I looked at where we were, and from the looks of the houses here, I was sure that they were all high class. Mom pulled me out again, and when she saw the address on a gate, she repeatedly pressed the doorbell.

"Mom, what are you doing? Where are we? Let's go home," I said to her, but she was just holding me tightly, and my hand was almost red from her grip. I was almost surprised when someone came out from the gate.

"What do you need? Why are you playing with the doorbell?" asked a woman in her mid-40s, but it wasn't obvious in her appearance.

"Is this the house of Desmond Velasquez?" I was surprised by the name Mom mentioned. No, no please. I repeatedly shook my head at Mom, but she didn't look at me and was just looking seriously at the people at the gate.

"Yes, what do you need?" answered an old woman. I didn't know them. "Do you need something from my grandson? You probably don't need to repeatedly press the doorbell if you need something because we can hear you inside," She answered Mom calmly.

"It's good that we came to the right address because your good son or grandson got my daughter pregnant, and as a mother, I won't allow him to ruin my daughter's life. He wanted that, he enjoyed it, so he should just take responsibility for it. He should face his responsibility."

"Mom, let's go home. I won't force myself on him. I promise I can raise my child, but please don't do this!" I shouted pleadingly at her, but it seemed that her mind was closed. She wasn't listening to anything anymore.

"Stay with them, Heaven, that shameless man should take responsibility for what you're carrying," Mama was about to turn her back when I held her.

"Mom please,"

"Oh my God!" shouted the woman who was younger than the grandmother of that man when Mom pushed me, so I sat on the hot cement. A woman held me, and I couldn't stop crying when Mom left. She really left me here, didn't she even think if my life would be good with people I don't even know?

"Are you okay, hija? Does anything hurt?" the woman asked worriedly. She helped me stand up, and I couldn't do anything when Mom completely disappeared from my sight. I didn't know where I was. How did she know where Desmond lived?

Almost everyone knows Desmond because he's the only successor of their company, but I don't know his personality. I only met him when the effect of the alcohol wore off on me.

"Come in first, hija, because the heat from the cement is hot," The woman said gently to me. I wanted to cry, I wanted to chase Mom, but my knees were weak. What will I do here?

"Carol, please bring her things in," she ordered their nanny. No matter how beautiful their place was, I couldn't appreciate it because my mind was on Mom. My tears flowed again, she had completely rejected me, she had suddenly thrown me into the family of that man.

I didn't need his help, I didn't want to force the responsibility on the man who got me pregnant.

They sat me on their soft sofa, and the two women were looking at me.

"Drink first, hija, stop crying because if you're really pregnant, that won't be good," I gladly accepted the water she gave me. They were both sitting in front of me, and I didn't know what would happen to me here. In their status in life, surely they also want someone rich for their son, so what am I? I'm just a rag in their world. I don't even know if they'll believe that their son got someone like me pregnant.

I bowed my head shyly because of my appearance. I was just wearing pants and a t-shirt.

I heard a sigh from a woman, the woman who helped me stand up earlier. I think she's the mother of that man.

"If my son Desmond really got you pregnant, he really should take responsibility for you."

"What?" I answered the woman in surprise. That's not what I expected them to say because what I know about people like them, they'll judge someone like me, they won't let someone like me touch their son, but what am I hearing from them?