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?”

emerged from the door and gave Angeline and Jonathan a curious

within Angeline to rage. If it weren’t for

back any longer, she attempted

know if

Jonathan’s voice preempted her, she felt him grab

gesture, Angeline clenched her fists in

right. Acting hastily isn’t going to solve anything. I have to face the

name?” Azura

who you are because I’m a distant relative of yours. Since we have lost contact for many

gave him a skeptical look. “Is that so? I

don’t we go in and have a chat?” Jonathan suggested with a smile as he shifted his gaze to the

he spoken than Azura clutched her sleeves

have to say, you can just

I’ve bought you some gifts. Please

that, Jonathan returned to the trunk and brought out

for even

to lack exposure to the outside world, Azura’s eyes lit up at the sight

gifts are really expensive. You really

by excitement, she reached out to

child is turning five soon. Since I have not seen him before and

replied in a frosty tone, “What

brought a child to the tuck shop just the day before. He even said that

nonchalant voice carried with it a haunting

child are you talking about? I have never given birth before. You must have gotten the wrong person, so off

gifts didn’t interest her anymore. Instead, all she wanted now was

up, she clearly saw the laundry of a child hanging on the drying rack. Moreover, there was a worn-out toy car

many visible clues, it was evident that there was

denying it? Is it because she abused

her imagination began to run wild, she felt a chill shoot through her body as an indescribable pain filled