She knew it would be like this.
Although she didn't know how he found out about her miscarriage, the only reason she could guess was that one.
Perhaps it was the duty nurse, he probably didn't know which ward she was in, and could only ask the nurse upon waking up, and it must have been the nurse who talked too much and disclosed some things.
Despite his lack of strength, his hand pressed against the wall was still clenched into a fist.
He hated.
Hated that even though he was willing to exchange his life for the safety of mother and child, in the end, he still failed to protect her; hated that he didn't wake up sooner, allowing Eleven to get hurt.
And the person who hurt her was his own dearest family member.
Hated why he had to be born into such a family, with such a mother, who he wished he could forsake but couldn't sever ties with.
He could change anything, only birth was beyond change.
