Please Love Me, Mr. George

Chapter 878 This is not my child

"Going into labor? But ...... But it's not even due yet!" Deborah, who had never experienced childbirth,

was a little overwhelmed.

Two seconds later, she calmed down and shouted in the direction of the guest room, "Someone, Clara

is in labor, call a doctor!"

The good thing is that Leo had arranged for a doctor to be on standby at home, and all the maids in the

house had taken part in the rehearsal for this situation in advance.

Lying in the nursing car, I clutched Deborah's hand tightly and squeezed the words out of my teeth with

clenched teeth, "Call ......"

Deborah understood what I meant almost immediately and called Dennis as she rushed to the delivery

room.

The delivery room is a distance away from the hall and the trolley takes about two minutes to walk.

However, the call was still not answered until the door of the delivery room, the last moment of the

nursing van's stay.

Deborah simply cut it off and reassured me as she redialed, "He's probably busy, I'll call again."

I was sweating from the pain, my eyes fell on her, biting my lower lip hard, with a sobbing voice from

my throat, "Mmm ......"

Deborah squeezed the phone and stomped her foot anxiously, and waited for a few dozen more

seconds, "Pick up the phone, pick up the phone! ......"

But the result was the same, no one responded.

Until the phone hung up automatically, she turned her face, hands propped up on the stand of the

nursing car, looking at me with apologetic and heartfelt eyes, "When I contact him, I will let him come

over first, don't worry, go in first."

After saying that, Deborah patted my hand soothingly, then looked up and nodded to the doctor, who

then immediately complied and pushed me in.

Professor West said, my body condition can withstand a normal birth, know that the child will be better

than a cesarean birth, the doctor asked, I did not hesitate to nod.

After experiencing the loss of my first child, I didn't find it too hard to bear the fault of a normal birth

even though the pain was close to fainting several times, and I gritted my teeth for a few hours.

After all, I ran into the problem of physical exhaustion, Dennis and Leo were not there, I could not make

any more strength.

"Come on, don't give up Miss Kennedy, the first baby is almost out ......"

The doctor's words seemed like a stimulant, and I clutched the sheets to death, biting my lip to hold on.

The pain as if my pelvic bone had been shattered spread through my limbs, the force on my mouth

deepened, and the fishy-sweet taste spread in my mouth.

Finally, at the same time, the long-awaited, heavenly sound of a baby crying rang out in the delivery

room, moving and loud.

I was completely relieved, gasping for air, and the nurse's words full of laughter came to my ears, "It's a

boy, a little thinner, but healthy, take a look!"

I narrowed my eyes and inclined my head to look over.

I heard that premature children are thin and yellow and ugly, but my son is not ugly in any way, his

nose is like Dennis, very special.

The nurse also couldn't help but praise, "It's rare to see such a beautiful boy doll."

I pursed my lips and smiled, as if the hardships I had just endured were insignificant.

"Send the baby to the incubator, do not distract the mother, there is still one in the belly!"

The doctor alerted the nurse before she rushed to carry the child out.

After going through the process of crossing the ghost gate again, finally after half an hour, the cries

representing the new life resounded through the whole room again.

"Congratulations to Miss Kennedy on her new baby girl. "

My strength was completely used up, the second before I lost consciousness, I saw the child's face,

fleshy, blessed than her brother. NôvelDrama.Org holds © this.

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It was the next morning when I woke up.

The window was open, and the winter sun was shining in diagonally, but the house still looked a little

chilly.

I was in a trance for a few moments before I gradually came to my senses.

Deborah was waiting nearby, and so was Folly. When I opened my eyes, they both came over, "Clara,

you're awake."

I didn't open my mouth and looked weakly at Deborah.

She lowered her eyes and looked torn, "Dennis has been unreachable."

I don't know why, but there is a feeling of emptiness in my heart and I can't lift my spirits.

"Miss Kennedy, have some hot water." The distant nurse approached.

I didn't eat much yesterday, and after the birth and a night of rest, my stomach was empty, so I let her

serve a half cup.

Leaning over the bed, his eyes scanned the room, saw no children, turned to Deborah and Folly and

asked, "Where are they, the baby?"

"I had the maid carry it back to the nursery for fear of disturbing you." Deborah said.

"Let them hold it back." After all, I only saw one side, I miss some, bone and soft blood this thing, can

not see and touch, but always pulling the heartstrings.

"Go on, carry it over here." Deborah twisted her head and instructed the nurse.

The nurse leaves for a moment and walks in with another nurse holding the baby.

Folly helped me adjust my sitting position before one person took a child from the nurse.

The baby was still crying when he entered the door, as soon as he reached me and Folly's hands, he

suddenly stopped, opening his little hands, his dark little eyes curiously looking at the world outside the

swaddling clothes, breathing very greedily, his nose collapsed into some, his little face was fleshy ...... It

seems to be a little different from what I remember.

Folly hugged the other child and joked with a smile, "Clara, Clarie is older than Keith, why don't this

daughter of yours set a baby date with my son?"

I didn't think about it for a while, just put the child in my arms on the bed, pushed the swaddling clothes

away a bit and looked at his face carefully, the more I looked at it, the more I couldn't see any similarity

between my features and Dennis's.

The feeling of falling into the abyss wrapped around me, and after a long time, I withdrew my hand and

looked up at Folly with a pale face, "This is not my son."

"Clara, what's wrong with you, this is your baby, the doctors and nurses have been watching." Deborah

came over and picked up the baby from the bed.

And I had no time to think about it, struggling to get off the bed, snatching the baby from Folly's arms,

plucking away the swaddling blankets that blocked the wind, and looking seriously at the baby's little

face.

Seeing the girl doll's fleshy face, my face brushed all white.

The memory is not wrong, the daughter is fleshy, the son is thin but has a high nose, but the one in

Deborah's arms is obviously swapped.

"Clara! You just had a baby, you can't get out of bed, you'll get sick, go back to bed!" Deborah came

over to pull me with the baby in her arms, and Folly followed suit, "Clara, don't joke with your body,

maybe you're misremembering?"

No, I remember my son and daughter very well, it is impossible to be wrong.

At this time, downstairs came the sound of coaxing, "I saw it all, the guy who snatched the child is into

the door of this family, you return my son, I will definitely call the police, you do not want to get away

with it! ......"

I didn't have time to think about it and rushed down wearing only my thin pajamas.

The process of going downstairs, and basically quite clear, breaking in is a family, just had a son

yesterday was snatched away in the hospital, and the trafficker finally disappeared location, is the

Kennedy Residence's back garden.