[Don't let Bo Jinyu know about this. After all, that baby carved from jade, so much like a fragile doll—I'm not sure I can keep from breaking it just from sheer anxiety and fear!]
Ye Anran looked at the message sent by the other party, gripping her phone tightly.
Turning her head, she looked at the little baby snoring quietly in the crib.
This isn't her son?
How could that be?
Could it be someone's prank?
However, this tone doesn't seem like a prank at all; no one would use this kind of matter to joke around.
Her heart began to pound, a strong sense of unease spreading from the depths of her chest.
She dared not imagine, dared not believe that this child wasn't hers.
Even more terrifying to imagine was, if this isn't her child, then where is her child? What kind of suffering is he enduring now?
She closed her eyes, desperately recalling the moment the nurse showed her the newborn baby, confirming it was indeed from her womb.
