If Helena’s child was still alive, then why had she never looked for the child all these years? And why she didn’t want to get cured, or want ra to find the child? ra intuitively felt that there must have been something behind it, which was rted to her own background.
At the hospital, she was too upied with trying to find out Helena’s child’s whereabouts, so Helena could undertake the operation as soon as possible. But she forgot to ask her where she had got her and what kind of family she had originallye from.
Too immersed in her thoughts to realize that she hade out of the hospital and was on the crosswalk across the road, hanging her head, she went straight forward, oblivious to the red light and any vehicles.
A string of angry honks and the sound of screeching tires pulled her out of her mind-wandering.
With cold sweat down her back, she raised her head and saw a car halting right before her.
“What the hell are you doing? Are you blind? You wanna die?!” Almost causing a car ident, the driver poked his head out of the window and snarled at her.
“Sorry, I’m so sorry…” Realizing what was going on, ra soon apologized and retreated to the curb hastily.
“Just keep your eyes on the road!” the driver shouted at her angrily before pulling away.
Stunned, she patted herself on the chest, feeling relived that she hadn’t got hit by the car. Then her face turned pale when something struck her.
The baby! How could she have forgotten that she’s pregnant!
In a panic, she then stoked her belly, reproaching herself for having forgotten that. What if she had got hit by the car and what if something went wrong with the baby? She’s such a failing mother.
Afraid to keep wandering on the street, she took a cab home.
When she’s home, ra felt drained and exhausted both physically and mentally. She plunged herself into the sofa and closed her eyes, thinking about what had happened for the day. She feltpletely at a loss, with such a mess in her head, and her nerves were in tatters.
She shook her head and as she opened her eyes, she glimpsed at Horace’s briefcase on the sofa. Had Horacee back?
She then turned her head and saw his coat hanging on the coat stand. As if she had finally found her lighthouse, she rose to her feet and rushed upstairs toward the study room.Content from N?velDr(a)ma.Org.
As she reached the door, she found Horace sitting at the table, reading files.
At the sight of Horace, her tears ran out immediately. It had been an eventful day, but she could finally restore peace in her heart.
Horace found ra standing at the door, crying. He soon got up and came to her. “What happened?”
“Horace…” ra threw herself into his arms, sobbing.
He knew that she had been to the hospital, so he guessed from her looks that Helena’s conditions were not satisfactory. He gently touched her head and asked, “Anything wrong with Helena?”
“Yeah,” ra nodded forcefully in his arms.
Tenderly separating her apart from him a little, Horace took her to a sofa and helped her sit down.
“Please don’t cry and tell me what happened.” He drew out a tissue and wiped her tears.
After pulling herself together, she said in a choking voice, “The doctor said my bone marrow doesn’t match my mother’s, so I can’t be the donor.”
Actually, Horace had expected the result before, so he had set about searching for other donors the minute he had heard about her disease, but to no avail.
“It’s OK. I have been looking for someone else, and I believe we will soon find the right donor, so rx,” Horaceforted her softly.
“OK,” ra nodded and looked at Horace thankfully. But her tears steamed down again as she thought about the result. “Also, the doctor said… said our DNA doesn’t match at all. I’m not her child.”
Horace froze a second as he heard what she had said. “How can you not be her child?”
“I didn’t believe it either, so I went to ask my mother…” ra cried harder as she said that. “I’m really not my mother’s child.”
He soon held her into his arms, confused about what to say tofort her.
“Thest DNA test said that I’m not Glenn’s daughter, now I’m told that I’m not even my mother’s child. Horace, what am I gonna do? I have no family in this world,” said ra, crying in his arms in despair.
“What are you talking about?” Horace patted her on her shoulder. “You have me, I’m your husband, so I am your family. Don’t worry, I will always be there for you.”
“Really?” ra raised her head and looked at Horace with teary eyes, “You will?”
“Of course,” Horace looked at ra and said fondly, “I love you. I will always be there for you.”
Charmed by the affections revealed in his eyes, ra stared at him, too touched to be able to say anything.
Kissing her gently on her brow, Horace held her back into his arms. “So, don’t overthink it. I promise you won’t be alone.”
Hearing that, ra finally regained peace in her heart and stopped shedding tears. Nestling in his arms, ra felt his warmth and thought, “Horace’s right. I’m not alone. I have him.”
Suddenly, ra realized that she didn’t only have Horace, but their child too. She had aplete family.
At the thought of that, ra looked up to Horace with a glitter of joy in her eyes, “Horace, I’ve got some good news for you.”
“What?” Horace felt perplexed at seeing ra, who had been weeping, suddenly smile at him.
“I’m pregnant,” ra said excitedly, “We are having a baby.”
ra had expected to see excitement on his face, because he was so happy and excited thest time he heard that she had gotten pregnant.
But much too her disappointment, not only did he not look happy, but his face turned cold too, looking in a way that perplexed her.
“Something wrong?” ra was a little mad and confused seeing his reaction. “Aren’t you happy that we’re having a baby?”
He was to say something with his half-opened mouth, but he didn’t know how to exin to her, with all the doubts on his mind, “Is this really his baby?”
Atst, Horace asked ra with a subtle look on his face, “How far pregnant are you?”