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…”

one could discern her discomfort every so often from the twitching of her red, swollen eyelids. Her

was calling out for

still calling out to her? She doesn’t want

again. It was as though a fist was squeezing his heart,

aware that

greatest attachment was the children. In the past, she never gave up battling him for them, even at the

however, she simply left without any regard for the

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

his dedication, they started talking about him. “He’s really a good father. It’s New Year’s Eve today, yet he’s keeping watch over his daughter

are few young men

but her uncle

could he possibly be her uncle? He’s obviously her father. Look

ended when Vivian woke

single word either since his mind

Are you feeling unwell

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

had just woken, her pale face still

big eyes that resembled crystal marbles instantly lit up at

her mother, and

once,

“Your mommy has something to do, so she’s not here. But I promise she’ll come

“Really?”