The Grace family mobilized all the medical resources in the city, and they actually managed to pull me, a person on the brink of death, back from the edge of hell.
However, the baby was gone.
I touched my flat belly, and surprisingly, I felt no sadness. Instead, there was a sense of relief.
It's good. I no longer have to agonize over whether he would become a warm-hearted man like my brother or turn into a demon like Harvey.
Cora had the baby placed in an incubator and had me stay in a room at the postpartum recovery center.
This place is full of her people. Harvey absolutely cannot get in here.
She even hired a private doctor for me, with 24-hour care.
However, it's been three days since the surgery, and Harvey hasn't said anything.
But I saw a video on Lydia's WhatsApp.
Harvey was holding 9,999 roses, down on one knee.
He looked at Lydia with deep affection:
"Will you marry me?"
The background was the Rose Manor.
That's a place I've always wanted to go.