Chapter 113 Crazy Mafia Life

• Amanda sat on a bench just outside the hospital, her body trembling with sobs as the weight of her reality crashed over her. Her tears flowed freely, her hands clutching the small pamphlet the doctor had given her, the words "Expecting Mothers" printed in soft pastel colors now smudged from her damp fingers.
• Angel stood a few steps away, watching the woman who had once seemed so strong, so resilient, crumble in front of her. There was something about Amanda’s tears, her vulnerability, that stirred an unfamiliar feeling in Angel—a sense of pity and, oddly enough, respect. Angel had spent years hardening herself against the cruelty of the world, but this woman’s pain was palpable, raw, and too much for her to ignore.
• “Hey,” Angel said softly, her voice stripped of its usual sharpness. She stepped closer, kneeling in front of Amanda. “Look, I get it. You’re hurting. But sitting here, crying like this—it won’t help you.”