---- Chapter 5 The driver who worked for the hospital was unable to bear the scene any longer. "This is not right, Mr. Rotterdam..." he said gently. Consumed by anger Chandler coldly replied, "TI don't care what you think! Take these two coffins and get lost! "Do whatever you need to! I don't want to have anything to do with her anymore!" He tossed the napkin he used to wipe the cake off Pauline's face into the other coffin. Inside lay a set of baby clothes that I had bought for my unborn child. Unfortunately, the child would never have the chance to wear them. The dirty soil and cake smeared the baby's ---- clothes, while Chandler turned a blind eye to my mom's desperate pleas. My mom's frail body was curled in pain within that dark, narrow coffin. The driver, unable to bear it any longer, opened the coffin to let her out. When my mom saw the sunlight, her wide eyes registered shock, and tears streamed down her flushed cheeks. "Ts that you, Mariah? "T came to find you... Is that okay?" That night, Chandler returned home very late. Pauline, already tipsy, rushed in while Chandler took care of parking the car. Suddenly, a blood-curdling scream pierced the air from inside the villa. ---- Chandler was terrified. He didn't even lock the car door before rushing into the villa. He immediately spotted the figure swaying beneath the locust tree. My mom had committed suicide. No matter how I pleaded with her, it was futile. She couldn't feel my presence at all. Chandler turned pale with fear and sprinted toward her, scooping my mom up in his arms. He laid her on the ground and ran his fingers across her face, his eyes widening in realization. "She's still breathing!" He then yelled at Pauline to call for an ambulance. Then he began dialing my number.