Pursuing my ex wife isnt easy

Pursuing My Ex-Wife Isn’t Easy chapter 1622

“Did you manage to find the baby? D id you do a DNA test?” Luna shook her head in despair. “We couldn’t find it…”

She continued solemnly as she headed toward the house, ” Gwen, don’t you think it’s strange that someone had stolen me and Joshua’s dead child?”

She bit her lip and tried to suppress her tears. “Why would someone want to steal a dead baby’s corpse? What use would they get out of stealing a baby that had died soon after birth?”

Luna sniffed and continued, “Could it be that whoever stole my baby hated me or Joshua so much that they couldn’t let our newborn baby rest in peace?”

Gwen held onto Luna’s trembling body and felt a twinge of pain shoot through her heart as she listened to Luna’s sorrowful, despairing voice.

She bit her lip and recalled what Vivian had said. “Luna, please don’t be so pessimistic. What if what that servant said was true? Maybe your child is still alive, and the dead one was a fake.”

Luna furrowed her brows and let out a deep sigh. “Well… since it’s a fake, why would it be stolen?”

a fake, or maybe the person who switched out your child with the fake one was worried that you and Joshua would suspect this in the future and dig out the corpse to do a DNA test, so they stole the body before

said this, the more confident Gwen grew that she was right. “Yes, this must’ve been what happened, so you shouldn’t be too upset, Luna. Your child might still

did Gwen’s words fail to reassure Luna, but

to her room, Luna lay on her bed, staring

that out of

to do anything to survive, not to mention Vivian, the servant who was so cruel that she would hurt Rosalyn like this after receiving so

words could not be trusted at

was true. If her child were still alive…even

off to sleep in the midst of wondering whether Vivian had been telling

she and Joshua’s child was still alive, but the child was not someplace else, buried instead underneath the cherry blossom

the tree, the child was screaming that Luna and Joshua had buried her

grotesque face, like something out of a horror film,

from her bed, her

and dialed Joshua’s number