Matthew let out a soft sigh and held my hand. He did not say anything more to comfort me.
I could not stop crying. I was letting the pain in my heart out.
I cried myself to sleep. I did not know how long I slept. When I opened my eyes again, I did not see anyone else in the ward.
I struggled to sit up on the bed and pressed on the call bell.
Soon, Matthew came running into the ward.
He looked a little haggard. He had been watching over me at the door of the ward recently. Theo had yet to show up, but it did not matter anymore.
"You're finally awake.” Matthew sat in front of the bed.
I asked him in a hoarse voice, "Where’s my baby?"
"Wanda..." Matthew cast his eyes down. "What matters the most now is that you need to recover. You can have another baby in the future. I hope you can pull yourself together."
"I know my baby's dead." The corner of my lips was tugged stiffly. "I’d like to see my baby. After all, they... were in my belly for ten months."
As I spoke, I lost control of myself and tears came streaming down my face.
Matthew did not say anything for a long time.
"I'd like to personally handle my baby's funeral," I spoke firmly. "That's my baby. I have the right to do so. n
After a while, Matthew nodded his head. "Alright. I'll inform the hospital to keep the body. You can personally handle the funeral after you've recovered."
I gave out a long sigh of relief and lay back down on the bed. As I stared at the white ceiling, my chest was i n so much pain that I could barely breathe.
After a few days, I was able to get down from the bed and walk around. This hospital belonged to the Zimmer family. I was staying in the best ward available. Every day, there were a few nurses taking turns to take care of me. I was being taken good care o f.
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