Her Precious Baby

Angeline let out a helpless sigh and tried to pull the blanket off. When her fingers were about to make contact with the blanket, however, the boy freaked out and shifted himself to the corner of the bed.

Caught off guard by his sudden outburst, Angeline spilled the oatmeal all over herself.

“Take it easy with the boy. You need to be more patient with him. Have you forgotten what the doctor told you?” Nancy said as she entered the ward. She then helped clean Angeline’s clothes with a paper towel.

Angeline could only let out a helpless sigh in response.

She pulled up a table, placed the bowl on top of it, and flashed the boy a gentle smile. “I won’t touch you, but you need to eat some of this.”

After that, Angeline stood up and stepped away to put some distance between them.

The boy, who was still staring cautiously at her up until then, finally relaxed his tense shoulders when he felt a little safer.

Seeing him slowly sticking his legs out of the blanket, Angeline breathed a sigh of relief and dragged Nancy aside to have a private conversation with her.

“What’s going on?” Nancy asked.

Angeline had to fight back her tears as she explained, “The doctor said his condition is stable for now, but he’s badly injured by the beatings he received. Not only does he have severe autism, but he also has a congenital heart disease.”

Nancy’s eyes went wide with shock. “What? How did things get this serious? Is there no way to treat him?”

“The doctor told me they could try to treat his autism, but the chances of them successfully treating his congenital heart disease are extremely low. That’s especially the case here in this country.”

Angeline suddenly felt her legs go weak and had to lean against the wall to stabilize herself.

“You poor thing.”

with sympathy as she looked

that boy… Her hair is in a mess, her face is really pale, and she

boy on the bed and saw him awkwardly

“I haven’t heard him say a single word since he woke up. In fact, I don’t even know his name. I’m such a failure

hug. “It’s not your fault that he was beaten. His adoptive father is the one

took

you’re right. I’ve had my foreign friend contact the most famous cardiologists in the country. I’ll bring the boy over once all the

my friends for

then, they heard a

lack of strength in his arms. The bowl shattered upon contact with the floor, and the oatmeal spilled

the loud noise, he quickly hid under the blanket and shivered in

quickly ran toward the bed and cleaned up the mess while comforting him, “It’s fine. It’s just a broken bowl. There’s

stand how cautious she was being, Nancy frowned as she lifted the blanket and scooped the boy

started thrashing around

a good boy and stop struggling,” Nancy said in a slightly

scared that he froze and stared at

breathed a sigh of relief when she

bring herself to educate him, then I

yet? Good. Now, listen to me very carefully. We understand that you’ve been through a

reminded of his past, the boy teared up in response

“She is your real mommy. Just remember that no one’s going to hurt you ever again. We’re all going to take good care of you, so you don’t have to be afraid. Just

knew, the boy was completely frozen and didn’t even