She lost the baby?

Chelsea's standpoint

"Miss Boston, I plead that you help me talk to him, please—"

"No, I won't let that happen because that would make me a hypocrite. People like you deserve to rot in hell." I spat out angrily.

"I was in love and stupid—"

"Very stupid. What if he had died struggling in the streets? What if something happened to him there? Tell me, ma'am, what would you have done now? He was trying to save you, to rescue you from death! What if you died at your husband's hands?" She cried convulsively. "I have nothing to say to you, please change this conversation. I can't tell him to forgive you when I am yet to forgive my father who ran away with my mother's sister and left my mother and me to clear debts. Please, don't make this difficult for me."

"Will he ever forgive me?" She cried.

"If I should be honest with you, he was going to forgive you. Well, until he found out you have made yourself cheap enough to be sleeping with a boy younger than him. It got him pissed and now he