"She’ll have to endure it. I’ll compensate her later, but I cannot allow Lydia to get pregnant again."
Just then, Samuel’s phone rang. He hit the speaker button, and a man’s excited voice echoed through the morgue.
"Mr. Lopez, I’ve received the five million. Don’t worry; I’ll leave New York immediately. I won’t let your wife know you were the one who had her pushed down the stairs. Hehe."
At that moment, footsteps approached.
Ignoring the pain in my leg, I staggered back to the ward.
Thinking of my dead child, I clutched my chest, trying to hold in the anguish as tears fell on my bandaged leg.
So, it wasn’t an accident that I was pushed down the stairs. It was my dear husband clearing obstacles for the woman he loved and their child.
My child was saved, but he was smothered to death by his biological father!
To Samuel, we—mother and child—were nothing but stumbling blocks.
"Lydia, you’re awake?"
Samuel walked in holding a baby and sat beside me with a smile. "Look at our child. Doesn’t he look just like us?"
"Honey, thank you for giving birth to such a cute son. I’ll be a great dad." He grinned.
I looked at the baby peacefully sleeping in his arms, and my heart ached.
Samuel was wrong. No mother could mistake her own child. The baby’s eyebrows and eyes resembled his, but his nose and chin were nearly identical to Xandra’s.
That was their child.
But my son was now a cold and lifeless corpse!
"Lydia, does your leg still hurt? Here, take some painkillers." Samuel looked at me. His eyes were filled with the same tenderness as always, but I knew now—it was all just an illusion meant to deceive me.
I looked at the pills in his hand and recalled what I had just overheard.
Taking a deep breath, I said, "Samuel, the medicine is too bitter. Can I take it later?"
'You've already killed my child. Can't you at least leave me the right to be a mother?'
Samuel hesitated for just a second before smiling and patting my head. "You're a mother now, yet you're still acting like a child? Giving birth was already hard on you, and now your legs are hurting. I couldn't sleep all night worrying about you, Lydia. Just take pity on your husband, okay? I still have to be a good father to our baby."
"Don't worry. I added honey to the water. It's sweet. Come on, let me feed you."
'No. That is not my baby. It’s yours and Xandra’s!' I mentally screamed.