Love in the Midst of Mistaken Identities

“It’s tough to say.” The doctor flipped through the chart. “Your uterus suffered major trauma, greatly reducing your chances of conceiving. But that doesn’t mean you can’t. It’s just that the chance is slim.”

“And…” The doctor’s tone became very serious as he continued. “Miss Xia, I don’t want to lie to you; this child may be your only child in this life. This was why… you must think carefully.”

Xia Ruoxin nodded her head, stupefied, with her hand always on her stomach. Then, she stood up slowly.

This was a miracle from God. Was he trying to make amends for her? She had been given a precious baby in her most desperate time. It was her child—her one and only relative.

However, did this child come at the right time?

She looked at her flat stomach. Her poor child. He was meant to be loved by her alone.

No matter. She would protect this child—her only child in her life—and won’t let anyone harm or bully him.

After she left, the doctor put the medical chart down and sighed, “What a stubborn woman.”

In the Chu villa, Xiao Hong kept the pile of papers. She didn’t know what they were so she put them aside and forgot about it when she was doing other chores.

Xiao Hong looked at Xia Ruoxin as she opened the door. “Madam…” Before she could finish the sentence, she saw Xia Ruoxin’s arm in a cast.

“Madam, what happened to your arm? Why is it in a cast?” She dropped everything on hand and hurriedly ran over.

Xia Ruoxin smiled bitterly. “I’m fine, Xiao Hong. I fell.” She shifted her gaze to the side, some despair in her smile. While her hand remained on her stomach, gently caressing it.

Baby, rest assured that Mommy will take care of myself and you.

A smile of subtle happiness appeared on her lips, all because of this unborn child.

She didn’t care who the father was or what he had done. Just that this was her child, her little angel.

“Madam, did the doctor put the cast on the wrong hand?” Xiao Hong asked curiously as she bit her finger. It was definitely her left hand that was injured. Why was she looking at her right one constantly? It should be the left one in pain.

Xia Ruoxin opened the room door. Xiao Hong had cleaned the mess on the floor. There was nothing, not even a shred of paper.

She closed the door, leaned her body against it, as she glanced around the room which she had occupied for the past few months. It seemed like years ago… or had it only been days?

She walked over to the bed, sat down, and raised her casted arm. An arm for a baby. It was worth it. Without this injury, she would not have known about her pregnancy. She would have neglected herself more. In the process, she could have lost the child.

All she cared about was her sadness, without realizing that she might have already caused harm to the miraculous baby from heaven.

She laid down carefully and covered herself with the blanket. It was tough, using one hand to pull it while her left hand experienced frequent bouts of pain. However, she could endure it.

A line really separated heaven and hell. He had given her hell, and her child had sent her to heaven.