Queenie covered her face and cried uncontrobly.


    Yes, she was right.


    But my heart hurt so much!


    It was a precious human life, after all.


    "Lulu, I can''t let go of it. That''s my baby. How could I possibly let go of it? When I was pregnant with


    her, I thought countless times about giving her all my love, dressing her in pretty clothes, braiding her


    hair nicely, taking her to the amusement park, sending her to school, and ying pretend with her.


    "But I''m not sure if a life without a father is what she wants. I don''t want her to suffer. Lulu, I don''t want


    to let her suffer, and I can''t bear to lose her, but I have no choice. I can''t let her be an illegitimate


    child. I just can''t.


    "She left me just like that. Even her father doesn''t know about her existence. Lulu, my baby is so pitiful.


    I hate him so much."


    I hugged her tightly. I could only cry with her as I wasn''t able to find words offort. "I know, Queenie.


    I know. She won''t me you. No one will. This isn''t your fault."


    Queenie cried herself to exhaustion and finally fell asleep. Tears stained her thin cheeks, and some still


    lingered in the corner of her eyes. Her furrowed brows were unable to rx even in her dreams.


    I used a warm, damp towel to wipe away the tears, tuck her in, and make her asfortable as


    possible.


    Colin had sent many messages tofort me and reminded me that it was necessary to inform


    Queenie''s parents about her hospitalization.


    I had already thought about this earlier. In principle, her parents should be here to take care of her after


    such a huge thing happened, but back then, Queenie had a falling out with her family because of Flynn.


    Now, she had truly fallen into the predicament that her parents had predicted. So, I didn''t know if she


    would want her family to know about her situation. I needed to ask for her opinion before contacting her


    family.


    Two hourster, Andrew returned to the ward, apanied by an olderdy.


    When I saw them, I quickly gestured to him to be quieter.


    Andrew came in quietly and ced the things he carried on the table near the window. Thedy had a


    kind face and sat quietly beside Queenie. She would asionally look at herpassionately.


    Queenie woke up once at around seven. But she was groggy and not very alert. With abined


    effort, the three of us managed to feed her half a bowl of oatmeal.


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    With thedy watching over Queenie, Andrew and I went to the corridor outside to talk.


    There weren''t many patients around, so the corridor was quiet. We could proceed with our talk


    properly.


    "Andrew, I want to tell you about Queenie''s story, but I haven''t gotten permission from her."


    He shook his head and said, "Luna, I don''t care about her past because what I want is her future. She


    may have suffered a lot before, and I regret no being able to protect her. But her future belongs to me,


    and I won''t let her suffer even a little. No one can let her suffer."


    "But some people and incidents that she experienced that hurt her before might return to disturb her in


    the future. They might be a lifelong burden for her. Aren''t you concerned about that?"


    Andrew furrowed his brows slightly. There was a deep look in his dark eyes, and his whole being was


    giving off an air of gloom. Every word he said seemed to be as sharp and cold as iron, "The Hayes of


    Harveyton. I''ll remember him."


    Throughout the entire night, Queenie was gued with nightmares. She was either apologizing


    repeatedly or crying silently.


    Andrew and I dared not sleep. We took turns to take care of Queenie throughout the night.