My Pretty Sweetheart novel Chapter 509

I didn't care about what he said. All my thoughts were focused on Anne. I followed Sawyer into Anne's room. Everything was neatly arranged and decorated in pink, including the baby's bed and the mosquito net.

Two men had been taking care of a baby, and the room was still clean and neat. I couldn't hide my awe.

Anne probably just woke up. Lying in bed, her large, baby else darted around the room as she scanned everything there.

Seeing that someone approached her, the little fellow giggled. The three-month-old was still very tiny and her body was soft.

Sawyer saw me staring at the child with a grin. He suggested, "Why don't you feed her?"

He handed me the milk bottle that was in his hands. Then, he smiled and went out.

I held the milk bottle and did not move for a long time. There was an indescribable feeling in my heart. In this world, the most wonderful thing was to await new life because they were a symbol of love and hope continued.

I didn't know where Irvin buried my child. I didn't have the courage to see my child, let alone thinking about it.

When I saw Anne, my heart softened and I burst into tears. I cried a mix of joy and pain, and the tightening of my chest from this feeling made it hard to breathe.

When Ian came in, he noticed the tears rolling down my cheeks. He said, 'Anne is now your child. Please take good care of her."

I nodded and my nose was sore. The baby was so tiny and I didn't dare to reach my hands out to hug her.

I put the milk bottle beside her mouth. The little fellow was very clever, she sucked the nipple without hesitation.

"Anne was a premature baby, so she can only take milk powder for now. She's much tinier than other babies," Joe sighed.

I was appalled for a moment as I instinctively thought of myself, and how when Irvin brought me to the hospital for my child to be taken out of me, I had breast milk within me.