Her Precious Baby

Upon forcing out a smile, she leaned back into her seat and stared out the window at the dark night. It was as though a heavy rock was weighing on her heart, making it difficult to breathe.

I’m about to see my child soon. I wonder if he is doing well… And what if, he refuses to acknowledge me?

With that thought in mind, there was no way she could sleep in peace.

After an uneventful six-hour journey, they finally arrived at a small fishing village.

The village was located at the foot of a hill, whereas the narrow path that approached it was flanked on both sides by ponds. Despite the fact that the sky was still dark, one could see many fishermen busying themselves by the ponds with their fishing rods hanging off their shoulders.

The moment the car entered the village, a pungent fishy smell instantly stung their senses.

Knitting her brows, Angeline covered her nose by reflex as she observed the environment her child grew up in.

“We’re here. Let’s get out of the car.”

Just when she was lost in a daze, Jonathan stopped their car in front of a hut.

The hut was small, while its surroundings were dirty. At the main gate, they could see a goat pen built from rocks. A dog, tied to a barn where corn was stored, began to bark fiercely at them.

Overwhelmed by the environment, the frightened Angeline hid behind Jonathan’s back.

“There’s nothing to be afraid.”

He picked up a rock and threw it at the dog, and it quickly stopped barking out of fear.

However, when the rock struck the corn barn, the loud bang that ensued alerted the hut’s owner.

Subsequently, a dim yellow light lit up in one of the rooms. From outside the windows, they could see the silhouette of a lady getting dressed frantically.

The lady yelled loudly in the local dialect, “Which of you kids did it? Has your mother not taught you any manners?”

and gave Angeline and Jonathan a curious look before asking, “What are

emotions within Angeline to rage. If it weren’t for the lady, she wouldn’t have been separated from her child for so many

hold herself back any longer,

if you’re Azura

Jonathan’s voice preempted her, she felt him grab

back to her senses by his gesture,

going to solve anything.

my name?” Azura was shocked, her mouth

I know who you are because I’m a distant relative

look. “Is that

Jonathan suggested with a smile as he

her sleeves with a grim expression

not a good idea. Whatever you have to

fine then. Here, I’ve bought you some gifts. Please

Jonathan returned to the trunk and brought out some health supplements along with toys for a five-year-old

for even she didn’t think of something

was common for villagers to lack exposure to the outside

gifts are really expensive. You

out to receive them with

soon. Since I have

she replied in a frosty tone, “What are you babbling about? Since when do I have a

your neighbor mention that you brought a child to the tuck shop

nonchalant voice carried with it a haunting tone, causing Azura to

What child are you talking about? I

anymore. Instead, all she wanted now

the laundry of a child hanging on the drying rack. Moreover, there was a worn-out toy car left at the main door,

the many visible clues, it was evident that there was

is she denying it? Is

began to run wild, she felt a chill shoot through her