The Heir And The Servent Started From A Bet novel Chapter 152

Chapter 152

“Mia, that’s not something you just decide so fast,” her mom finally said, voice gentle but firm. “That’s a massive decision. One that, if taken wrongly, can take your life, leave you with an eternal regret and guilt.”

Mia’s shoulders shook as more tears rolled down her cheeks. “But it will be the best…” she cried, voice breaking. “There’s no father anywhere, Mom. I can’t put myself through that. I can’t do it alone.”

Her mom turned toward her fully now, holding her hands in both of hers, squeezing them gently like she was trying to transfer strength.

“Okay, okay,” her mom whispered, nodding slowly. “I’ll support you with whatever you decide to do. I mean it. I also want you to know that I’m here. I’m going to be there for my grandchild and take care of her. You won’t be alone in this.”

Mia looked at her, shaking her head, tears still dripping off her chin. “I’m going to be far away. At school, Mom. Alone. I can’t

Her mom held her gaze. “And that will be something we’ll talk about when you make your decision, Mia. You have me. You have your siblings. We will stand by you.”

Mia let out a shaky, dry chuckle, her lips curling with bitterness. “Ann and Lily won’t help shit,” she muttered, looking away. “They’ll be laughing their asses off.”

Her mom sighed, eyes softening. “Your sisters are the least to show any care towards you, but they care, Mia.”

Mia shook her head again, harder this time. She didn’t believe that. Not one bit. Maybe they cared in their own twisted, distant way, but not enough to go through all this with her. Not enough to carry some of the weight. If anything, they will make it worse.

She could already picture it. The eye-rolls. The gossip. The way Lily would smirk and say something smart, like, “Well, it’s not like anyone was surprised.” And Ann would just laugh and walk away like it was all a big joke.

No, Mia knew she couldn’t count on them.

God, she couldn’t. She couldn’t do this.

She bent her head, covering her face with her hands, fingers pressing into her temples like she could push the thoughts away, make it all stop. But it didn’t. The truth kept screaming in her head.

She was pregnant.

Pregnant.

The word echoed in her mind like a sentence she didn’t remember agreeing to.

She didn’t even know how she was supposed to feel. One moment, she was numb. The next, her heart felt like it was being ripped apart.

Her mom didn’t say anything else. She just sat beside her, rubbing her back again, quiet and patient.

She didn’t want this.

She didn’t want to drop out of school. She didn’t want to watch her dreams crash to the floor because of one mistake. She didn’t want to sit in lectures with a baby growing inside her. She didn’t want people whispering behind her back.

She didn’t want to be that girl.

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No matter how scared she was, no matter Something innocent. Something hers.

She squeezed her eyes shut.

“I can’t do this,” she whispered again, more to herself this time.

But her mom heard it. And instead of saying anything, she leaned in closer and wrapped her arms around her again. She holds her tight.

Allowing Mia fall apart in her arms.

Mia didn’t know how long they sat here, her heart racing, thoughts loud in her head, the world blurring around her.

After they got back to the house, Mia stayed inside her room. She didn’t say a word to anyone. She didn’t come out for water or food, didn’t even bother to change out of her clothes.

She just lay in bed, her arms wrapped around her body like she could shield herself from the mess of her life.

The silence in the room was loud, and so was the ache in her chest.

Eventually, she sat up and slowly reached for her stomach, placing her hand gently on it, like it might break.

Her palm rested there for a moment before she leaned forward and hugged her belly with both arms.

“Alex,” she whispered, the name slipping out like a fragile breath. A tear slid down her cheek. Then another. And another. And before she could stop it, a deep sob tore from her throat.

She pressed her hand against her mouth, trying to silence herself, but it was no use.

It was too much.

The tears flowed freely, soaking her shirt. Her whole body shook with the weight of it.

What kind of cruel fate is this?

What was she supposed to do?

She had worked so hard. Worked through stress, noise, insults, and pressure.

She had put up with things no one should have to, just to get to this point where her future was finally within reach. Her dreams were finally about to come true. School was supposed to be her escape, her freedom, her second chance. And now this.

A baby.

A child she never planned for. A life she had not prepared for. A future that now looked like a locked door.

She hugged her stomach tighter, rocking herself slowly.

She couldn’t keep it. How could she?

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Chapter 152

She was barely hanging on herself. How was she supposed to care for another life? A baby wasn’t something you just winged your way through, not when you were all alone. Not when there was no father.

Another sob ripped through her as her hand trembled against her stomach.

How could she get rid of her baby?

Her flesh and blood. A child made from love, even if that love had ended like it did. Even if the man who gave her this baby didn’t want her anymore.

The baby didn’t ask to be born. It didn’t ask to be caught in the middle of her mistakes.

It was innocent.

And the thought of hurting something so innocent made her feel sick. Made her feel like a monster. Her heart ached, physically ached.

But how was she supposed to raise a child alone as a student, is she supposed to not bother with school? Obviously she will have to forget about school if she decides to keep it.

That’s something she can’t even think about.

She couldn’t even tell the father.

Mia pulled herself out of bed on shaky legs and walked toward the mirror in the corner of her room. She stared at her reflection.

Her eyes were swollen, red and tired. Her face looked pale, her lips dry. She looked older than she felt, like life had already drained her.

She didn’t look like someone who could carry a child. She looked like someone who needed saving herself.

She touched her cheek, wiped at her tears, then dropped her hand to her belly again.

“I can’t tell Alex,” she whispered to herself.

She couldn’t. She wanted to, God knew she wanted to run to him and scream and cry and beg him to help. But she couldn’t.

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