I didn’t believe my baby was gone, I even looked at him when he was born, his little face was red, he cried with power, his lung capacity was not a problem, how did he get a lung infection.


    The more I thought about it, the more wrong I felt.


    I ignored the head nurse and slid my wheelchair toward the nursery; I wanted to see my baby for myself.


    “Miss Hill,” the head nurse grabbed my wheelchair, “you can’t go in there.”


    “I want to see my baby.” I struggled to get up from the wheelchair, I couldn’t feel my left leg at all and fell straight to the floor.


    “Miss Hill,” the head nurse rushed to help me up.


    “Alva,” Fiona Croix came over with Jane Hasis.


    I grabbed Fiona Croix’s arm and asked her with tears on my face, “Where’s my baby? It’s all right, isn’t it? You talk, Fiona, you tell me the truth.”


    Fiona Croix cried along with me as she hugged me, “Alva, it will pass.”


    My baby was really gone.


    At that moment, I sat down on the cold floor, as if I had lost all my strength, and didn’t struggle or make a scene anymore, but just wept silently.


    Jane Hasis stood by and wiped her tears, “Alva, it’s not that mom wanted to hide it from you, she didn’t tell you because she was worried that you wouldn’t be able to handle the excitement. The hospital issued six critical notices that day, and the baby wasn’t resuscitated in the end.”


    I raised my head, looked at her, and asked numbly, “Where is my child?”Content is property ? N?velDrama.Org.


    Even if the person is gone, always let me see … the body.


    Jane Hasis was very difficult, wanting to speak, and finally told me that the child she took back and disposed of it.


    “Buried.”


    Two words came out of Jane Hasis’s mouth, and Ipletely broke down.


    “Ah!”


    I growled and hissed, the sounds of despair and pain echoing through the hospital for a long time.


    Finally both eyes went ck and all I heard was Fiona Croix’s panicked voice, “Alva.” and nothing after that.


    Maybe my life is just a thin destiny, and I have no connection with children, the child I tried my best and was careful to keep, still only had a chance to look at it before it left me.


    I can’t wait to fall asleep like this, I don’t want to wake up again.


    I heard a lot of voices in my ears, making a lot of noise, and one by one they were calling out my name, telling me to wake up.


    I wasn’t as strong as I thought I would be and couldn’t face the pain of losing my child.


    I woke up two dayster, in fact I woke up in a daze in the meantime, I just didn’t want to face the reality.


    I sat in my wheelchair and watched through the window as the sycamore trees outside sprouted new buds and sprouted new greens.


    Spring hade and everything was new.


    But why did God do this to me, leaving me in yesterday’s pain forever.


    There is an invisible hand dragging me into the boundless darkness, sinking in despair.


    Fiona Croix came to see me every day and talked to me.


    One by one, they urged me to pull myself together.


    I didn’t say a word, I didn’t even eat or drink. Finally, Martin Mo became so desperate that he poured food into my mouth, but the next moment I spat it all out.


    Martin Mo clenched his hands into fists and mmed the wall, “Alva Hill, how much longer are you going to torture yourself, I’m telling you, this is fate, Walker Richter, how he treats you, he doesn’t deserve to have a child with you at all, your pain, the wind and the rain, it’s all because of him, and what about him? The surgery was sessful, he’s recuperating, and when he heard the baby was gone, he did nothing, he didn’t evene to see you.”


    I sat still, not even turning my eyes, numb as a piece of wood.


    Martin Mo crouched helplessly at my feet, the corners of his eyes moist, “Alva, you tell me, what do I have to do for you to get better, tell me.”


    He buried his face between my legs, his shoulders twitching.


    That was the first time I’d ever seen Martin Mo cry, and he’s a man who bleeds but doesn’t cry.


    I rolled my eyes, my gaze falling on his thick ck hair as I lifted my hand and stroked his head, “I’m only good for being alone and dying alone.”


    Having not spoken for a long time, his voice was a bit hoarse.


    At those words, Martin Mo’s body stiffened slightly, and he slowly raised his head.


    I pulled the corner of my mouth, the bitterness in my heart spread to my limbs, to my veins, “I want to go out for a walk, can you push me out?”


    “Okay.”


    He barely refused the requests I made.


    Even though it’s the middle of spring, it’s still cold outside.


    As the saying goes, spring is cold.


    Martin Mo put a hat on me and took a nket to wrap me tightly, not good for a hint of wind.


    The greenery in the neighborhood is very beautiful,parable to a park.


    Martin Mo pushed me along the green path and suddenly said, “Alva,e with me.”


    I froze and asked, “Where to?”


    Upon hearing this, he thought I had agreed and said with particr excitement, “Anywhere, America, Ennd, anywhere in this world, as long as you want to go, we’ll go together.”


    “Us?”


    “Yes, us.” Martin Mo said firmly, “You and me, to a ce where we don’t know anyone …”


    “Nancheng, that’s not going to happen.” I interrupted him softly, “There’s no way I’m going with you.”


    “Alva, you’re being scrupulous.” Martin Mo frowned, “What’s there to keep here, isn’t it good to leave and start over.”


    He forgot that he was Hilli’s husband.


    “You killed Nancy Richter didn’t you?” I looked at him and asked directly, “Was it right?”


    I wanted an affirmative answer, not to guess on my own.


    Martin Mo’s brows tightened and his eyes sank suddenly, “You believe Yao Mubai’s words?”


    “I just want to hear you say, yes or no.”


    I stared at him, not missing a single expression on his face.


    He looked at me, did not hide, his eyes rippled, a long time to say, “No.”


    The wind blew, bringing with it the fragrance of the earth, giving the illusion that spring was really here.


    I looked up at the tree above my head, “This tree hasn’t budged yet, so it seems that spring hasn’t really arrived yet.”


    I didn’t have the certainty to believe or disbelieve his words, I digressed.


    Martin Mo didn’t exin too much either.


    We’ve both known each other for so many years that we don’t need too much verbal exnation anymore.


    After strolling around the neighborhood for a while, I asked him to take me back.


    This may be thest part of the road I walk with him.


    The day I woke up, I had already made my decision.


    It was time to return the favor I owed him.


    We said goodbye at the door, not letting him walk us inside.


    After another half month of recuperation, Jane Hasis sent me to the hospital for a checkup to see how the recovery was going.


    She kept nagging me in the ear for days before I agreed to go to the hospital.


    After arriving at the hospital andpleting the checkup, Jane Hasis excused herself to go to the restroom and asked me to wait for a while. Just as Jane Hasis left, a person suddenly walked up behind her and held the armrest of the wheelchair, “Alva.”


    Hearing the familiar voice, I was a bit incredulous and didn’t dare to turn around.


    Walker Richter came around in front of me, squatted down, leveled his eyes with me, and called me again, “Alva.”


    He seemed to have a thousand words in that name.


    Seeing him made me realize, “So that’s why she made mee to the hospital.”