Chapter 125: I’m By Myself

Cathryn felt her heart melt listening to the baby's call. She bowed her head and attentively played with the baby, and the haze in her heart temporarily retreated.

"How old is yours?" When the baby was holding her milk bottle, the mother took the time to chat.

"Twenty...twenty-nine weeks." Giving this answer again, Cathryn missed a breath. As if someone had grabbed her neck, her heart slowed.

"Ah, twenty-nine weeks, you are about to be free. But, of course, the last two months are the toughest, you know. And it's summer now, you'll have to hold your belly to sleep, and you can never find yourself comfortable with this little one inside! It's just hard to be a mother."

The lady smiled and said it peacefully as she looked at her 1-year-old. She had already been through all that she said. Her voice was calm and light, but she could remember all the pain like yesterday.