The Wrong Woman

Wendy chuckled. "That's right, Chubs, no need for tears now. Crying too much might damage your eyes and could even contribute to postpartum depression."

Pressing her lips together, Mila forced a smile. "Thank you, Wendy. I'll try not to cry."

Wendy encouraged further, "That's the spirit! Premature babies aren't a cause for concern nowadays. With advanced medical technology, they just need a few months in the hospital, and then they'll be ready to come home.

"I have experience in childcare; I can lend a hand. I'll ensure your baby grows up chubby and healthy."

Florence quickly chimed in, "I'll take care of him too. I've raised kids just as well as Wendy. Just consider Nathan, Taylor, and, of course, Daniel..." Patting Daniel on the back, Florence added, "He's as strong as a bull."

Caught off guard by the sudden pat, Daniel instinctively covered his chest, looking bewildered.

Mila couldn't resist stealing a glance at Daniel. She was moved by his gesture to visit her despite being blind. A wave of emotion washed over her, and she managed a faint smile.

"Chubs, congratulations to you and Nathan on the new addition to your family," Daniel said.

Mila replied warmly, "Thank you, Daniel."

Taylor joined in with congratulations, playfully teasing, "Chubs, even though he's only three pounds six ounces, that little guy looks surprisingly strong I could hear his cries from outside the glass; he's got quite the set of lungs. And his kicking and flailing... impressive, to say the least."

Mila's smile widened, genuinely uplifted by Taylor's words about her son. "Thank you, Taylor," she replied gratefully.

swelling with empathy and admiration. "Chubs, you've been through so much. You nearly lost your

doctors said you had severe bleeding and almost needed a hysterectomy to survive. It's all thanks to your resilient platelets and the dedicated obstetricians

extensively researched the dangers of childbirth even before

all, wasn't a brush with death

child was healthy, all the

pain of today. In the future, she vowed never

shook her head reassuringly. "Florence, I'm

it,

recovering," Florence insisted

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tone

me. I'll take

you,

the

and remorse, couldn't help but interject, "Mom, Chubs is

Thank you," Mila cut him

flickering across his face as he

return to Sudvilla? Did she no longer need his

could sense Mila's lingering resentment toward him. When she woke up, she briefly glanced at him. But since then, she hadn't acknowledged him or even spared