I fell into reminiscence but was quickly interrupted by a sharp pain in my abdomen.

Could I be going into labor too?

Then, a more intense pain hit me. I quickly called Melinda, hoping she hadn't gone far.

I've been sensitive to pain since I was a child. After hanging up the phone, I felt like I was going to die from the pain. I couldn't help but roll and convulse.

Eventually, I passed out, and the last thing I remembered before losing consciousness was Melinda's anxious face rushing towards me.

I felt my abdomen being pulled and my pelvis being torn apart. In a daze, I followed the doctor's instructions. Finally, it felt like I was liberated.

When I opened my eyes again, Melinda and my husband were by my bedside, and Jeff had tears in his eyes.

"Joanna, are you okay? You went through too much, I love you."

I was about to be infuriated. Jeff had finally decided to show up. He was always running around, claiming he was making big money for us, but I hadn't seen much of that money, and he was never around.

I started crying and looked at Melinda with grievance. "Mom, I'm in so much pain..."

Melinda's tears welled up out of sympathy. "Dear, you've suffered enough. We won't have more children. One is enough."

I looked around the hospital room, which had only one bed.

"Where's Mia? How is she?"

Melinda averted her gaze and brought over a cup of oatmeal, "Dear, have some. I prepared it for you!"

I felt like vomiting. "Take it away, I don't want to drink it! How is Mia?"

Melinda, frustrated, put the oatmeal down, "Jeff, you take it."

Jeff cheerfully took it went to the back table to savor it.

"Don't worry about Mia. She's fine. She's already discharged and gone to the postpartum care center."

Hearing about the postpartum care center, my eyes lit up. "When do I get to go? Can I be discharged today?"

The previously sentimental atmosphere became lively. "You'll go soon. The staff from Honeydew will pick you up this afternoon."

I was instantly happy. At 3 PM, Honeydew's luxury nanny car was parked at the hospital entrance. Melinda helped me walk, while Melinda had disappeared again.

The maternity nurse held my newborn son. It was my first time seeing him. He was tiny, wrinkled, and quite ugly.

The gates of Honeydew opened for us. "Welcome home."

It was full of ceremony; the money was well spent.