Roxanne was unwilling to accept it, but right now, she had no way out.
For her family to get a travel permit from Airville to Brindley, it would take seven days. Only after seven days could she think about leaving or taking revenge.
She never imagined that the seven days she was supposed to spend recovering after childbirth would be so unbearable.
First came the engorgement. Without a baby to nurse, her breasts quickly became blocked, and she developed a fever. She borrowed a nurse’s phone and called Stanley more than a dozen times before he finally picked up.
On the other end came only his impatient scolding. “Roxanne, what’s the point of calling me so many times? I told you already, the baby was just born. Macy needs me by her side.
“This is your own child! How can you be so cold–blooded, fighting for attention at a time like this?”
Before Roxanne could even respond, the call was cut off.
The nurse looked at her with pity. With bitterness on her lips and pain in her chest, Roxanne nodded.
“Dry me up.”
As the medicine entered her body, the physical pain eased a little, but the sound of an infant’s cries lingered in her ears. Her baby hadn’t had even a single drop of her milk. She wasn’t a good mother. She hadn’t protected her child.
“But, baby, don’t worry. Once I recover, I’ll find you and bring you back.”
Clenching her teeth, she was suddenly jolted by pain in her hand.
Macy stood before her, holding the baby, glaring at her. “Roxanne, did you just get an injection to dry up your milk?”
The baby!
Roxanne’s eyes lit up. Ignoring the blood on her hand, risking her wound tearing open again, she pushed herself up. “Macy, give me back my baby!”
Stanley wasn’t there. Macy had brought the baby over herself. She was sick of the constant crying of the baby, but this was the only thing tying Stanley to her.
With the child in her arms, she knew he would willingly stay by her side. Looking at Roxanne’s pale face, she was smug. “Give the baby back? This is my child now.
“Stanley gave him to me himself. All I had to do was shed a few tears for him to willingly hand the baby over to me. If I ask him to divorce you and marry me, do you think he’ll agree?”
Roxanne didn’t answer. Her eyes were locked on the baby. She had seen him right after birth. He was
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red and soft, utterly adorable.
It had barely been a day, and the baby’s face was pale and yellowish, his lips cracked. He let out a weak cry before passing out again..
“Macy!” Roxanne gritted her teeth and lunged to grab the baby, but Macy dodged first.
Taking a step back, Macy suddenly tossed the baby away and let herself fall to the ground, screaming.
Roxanne’s body reacted before her mind.
The moment the baby left Macy’s hands, she instinctively caught him, never feeling the tearing pain of her wound splitting open again.
The pain pump, still attached to her arm, was ripped out in the process.
Blood seeped out from the wound, but she didn’t feel a thing.
All she felt was relief that she caught the baby in time, relief that Macy wasn’t strong enough to throw him far, relief that Stanley’s arrival meant the baby still had a chance.
But then, his cold voice froze her heart. “Roxanne! How long are you going to keep this up?”
Chapter 4
