Chapter 172 Every Kind Of Tear( 2)

• Isla was sitting on the floor all by herself, in an empty house. She topped off her glass with more wine and laid her head back on the couch. She was again succumbing to her world of sorrow. Streams of grief were pouring from her eyes, and she repented, recalling her every action. “Veronica is pregnant. I suggest you stop giving medicines to her. It’s an acid for her fetus!” She recalled the doctor’s words. “There is a possibility of infertility.”
• Isla twitched her mouth and closed her eyes. Her head was throbbing. She massaged her temples, but nothing helped her. She felt as if her brain was divided in half. No matter how hard she attempts to trust, all is good, and she is a decent person, the other part never agrees with her. “I’m so done feeling miserable all the time!” She cried, and her eyes travelled to the satchel on the centre table. She leaned forward and mixed the content in her glass.
• She picked a pen and wrote on the blank sheet of paper on the table. “I cannot go on like this. I tried! I’m sorry, Liam.” She drew a deep breath, holding the glass with a trembling hand, and closed her life. “This will just take a moment. I won’t feel anything.”