The Love that Never Really Dies

“Are you the child’s parent?”

While Sebastian was spacing out as he stood in front of Vivian’s hospital bed and stared at the medical chart, Vivian’s attending doctor came in. Upon seeing him, he asked that question.

Putting down the medical chart, Sebastian nodded. “Yes. How is she doing right now?”

“Her condition has stabilized now. This is her blood test report that just came out. Her blood type is very rare—RhB. Is the blood type of either you or her mother Rh?”

The doctor handed him a blood test report.

Hearing that, Sebastian was stunned for a moment.

RhB? I know Sasha’s blood type is Rh, and Ian inherited it. But this little girl is actually RhB? For her blood type to be RhB, the father’s blood type must be B, theoretically speaking. Only then is there a high possibility of having a child with a blood type of that combination. And my blood type just happens to be B.

Unwittingly, that thought flashed through his mind.

“Mister? Are you okay?”

There was a brief moment of silence before Sebastian gathered his wits about him. “I’m fine. To answer your question, her mother’s blood type is Rh.” Then, he took the blood test report in chagrin.

Ugh! What has that got to do with me? Tens of thousands of men in this world have the blood type of B! I must have gotten my wires crossed to have such an absurd thought!

He didn’t pay more attention. Glancing at the watch on his wrist, he told Wendy to go back and take care of the other two children since it was getting late.

Meanwhile, he stayed at the hospital and waited for Vivian to wake up.

“Mommy…”

was fitful, and one could discern her discomfort every so often from the twitching of her red, swollen eyelids. Her petite mouth was in

in her dreams, she was calling out for her

Why are you still calling out to her? She doesn’t want you

fist was

aware that things were truly disastrous

Sasha’s greatest attachment was the children. In the past, she never gave up battling him for them, even at the cost of

however, she simply left without any regard for

his thin lips pressed into a white line. For a long time, he sat there staring at her face that resembled her

across them in the emergency room saw his dedication, they started talking about him. “He’s really a good father. It’s New Year’s Eve today, yet he’s keeping

are few young men

not her father, but her uncle instead,” the young daughter

obviously her father. Look at her distinct resemblance with her father!”

debate quickly ended when Vivian

hear a single word either

Are you feeling

patience. Getting to his feet, he approached the hospital bed and leaned down before Vivian,

woken, her pale face still carried

her big eyes that resembled crystal marbles instantly lit up at the sight

asked for her mother, and her childish voice was thick

once, Sebastian’s heart

and scooped her up from the hospital bed. “Your mommy has something to do, so

“Really?”