I had been looking forward to the arrival of this baby.

Contrary to my excitement, Lucas didn't seem very happy at first.

But after he talked to his mom on the phone, Lucas told me to rest at home and take care of the baby, saying he would take care of the company's affairs.

At the time, I was overwhelmed with the joy of becoming a mother and didn't think much about it, agreeing to stay at home and rest to take care of the baby.

My pregnancy symptoms were severe, and I started cramping in the third month, even after taking calcium supplements.

After hearing about this, Lucas's mom introduced a massage therapist.

She said that after the massage, the frequency of cramping would be less.

After the massage, the frequency of cramping did decrease at first, and I started to trust the therapist.

But after a massage, I started feeling abdominal pain, and by the time I realized there was a problem and went to the hospital, it was too late.

Lucas's mom blamed me for being careless and causing the miscarriage, which deprived her of her grandson.

Lucas kept comforting me, but I could sense his impatience.

After the miscarriage, my body weakened, and the doctor said it would be harder for me to get pregnant in the future.

Under repeated accusations from Lucas and his mom, I really thought that the miscarriage was my fault.

However, I didn't expect that they had bribed the massage therapist.

I called my childhood friend who was majoring in medicine. She said that some parts cannot be massaged during pregnancy.

The abdomen was included.

I still remembered that the masseur had pressed on my abdomen.

I tried to stop him, but the masseur said it was no problem.

How could a masseur not know which parts cannot be massaged?

In addition to the company, they also took away my child's life.

I was so angry that I trembled all over, wishing to rush in right now and make them pay the price.

But I had to continue to bear with it.

I backed up the recording I just heard and kept it as evidence for the future.

I wanted them to see with their own eyes how they became penniless.