Chapter 12 I’m sorry Mr. Cantheliz

((( Sya POV's )))

Master Rhio has waited for five long years hoping a miracle will do its magic and revive his father. I know him too well so his face couldn't lie to me about the sadness pitted within his chest. But he needed to be firm or everything he's built would crumble to nothing. Master James had been in that dilemma too as he had chosen Rhio over Mitchel in her dangerous labor.

I still remembered the hushed conversation between the couple before that fateful day. Miss Mitchelle herself said that if ever a complication would occur in her birthing, Master James must choose the child in her womb over her life.

The doctor gave him a measly two minutes to make the decision. Mitchelle pleaded in between pangs of extreme muscle contraction that James must do what they initially decided. He must choose Rhio no matter what.

"I love you very much," James sobbed excruciatingly as he held her hands tight "But if this is what you want, I will."

Miss Mitchelle turned to me. Never in my life will I forget how her eyes brimmed with sadness. "Sya, please look after my son and make him feel a mother's love. Remind him every day how much I love him."

"Do it," James' voice broke as he spoke to the doctor. "But I could pay how much it would take if you could save them both."

He turned back anxiously from his wife as the doctors moved on with the delivery. It was erratically noisy; the clanking of medical tools, the medically related mumbling of the doctors, the beeping machine, and his wife's wailing which then eventually stopped. …He listened for it all at the corner of the room while his eyes remained closed. Then finally…

…the cry of his newborn baby.

He didn't turn at the sound of it, still patiently waiting for the doctor to confirm both was alive.

"I'm sorry Mr. Cantheliz."