The Tangled Web of Logan and Ethan Chapter 35

She glanced at me, leaned over and rummaged in the big bag beside her, and took out something the size of a palm, wrapped in a dark red coating."We didn't want anyone to find out, so we placed it a little far away, and it took some time to get it." She unwrapped the outer cloth, revealing a rectangular lacquer box. She put the lacquer box on the table and slowly pushed it towards me. "You had an induced abortion, and I tested the baby after cesarean section. It was AB blood. 

Even if I let you give birth to the baby, it would be useless. He wouldn't survive."She turned sideways again, took out cigarettes and a lighter from her bag, and lit them up in front of me."It's not like I don't know whether the one who got you pregnant is an alpha or a beta. I know. I knew it was an alpha seven years ago."I stared at the box, feeling extremely sad, but I still laughed."You fabricated a child and lied to me for several months in order to get me to marry Song Boluo so that you could become 'Mrs. Zhu'."From the moment I knew Youyou was not my child, I actually had a premonition in my heart that my child might not have survived. 

If he was alive, even if he was missing arms and legs, Mason Collins would not find another child to pretend to be him.I had already prepared myself mentally to welcome the so-called "child" that Mason Collins would bring.But I still overestimated myself and underestimated the tremendous sorrow that would come after hope was completely taken away.My child... 

My child died seven years ago, without even having the chance to see this world, or to be hugged by his parents.Now, he was placed in a small black lacquer box in front of me. Even if Mason Collins told me that he could not survive, looking at "him", how could I feel relieved?The guilt weighed on my heart like a huge rock, almost making it hard for me to breathe."Behind the hospital, across a small road, there is a kindergarten. Looking out from the window of my ward, I can just see their front door. Every afternoon at four o'clock, parents begin to gather at the door and take their children home one by one." Mason Collins once asked me why I suddenly regretted it that year. In fact, this reason is very "selfish". 

"Every day there are children who are picked up last. I watch them go from excitement to anxiety, and their mood slowly begins to get uneasy. But without exception, when the late parent appears in front of them, they always sweep away their anxiety and uneasiness and are filled with joy again. They are so dependent on and attached to their parents, and their love is pure.""At that time, I was thinking, if I gave birth to the baby in my belly, would I also have someone who loved me wholeheartedly?"Mason Collins leaned her elbows on the table, listening to me in a daze. The ash from her cigarette fell and almost burned the back of her hand. She took a deep puff of her cigarette and extinguished it in the cup beside her.