53. In Coma.

Jason glanced at his wristwatch to check the time. Since he got back the night before, he didn't change his clothes, he didn't even bother to take off his shoes. Instead he just plopped down on the ground, resting his head on his bed.

All his life, Jason didn't think he had ever felt as bad as he was feeling.

He never really liked her but it was still displeasing to find out that the wonan he called mother for over three years, the woman whose blessing he had wanted to get so bad, was the same woman that disrupted his life's journey.

His mother didn't live a happy life because the only child she ever had was taken from her at the age of eight, and she never saw him again.

If he had died as a child, probably due to some sickness or an accident, it would have hurt but they would eventually get over it. They would have cried for him, then mourned for him, but eventually, no matter how long it might have taken… they would have moved on. But the case was entirely different.

She had no idea
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