The Wrong Woman

Wendy chuckled. "That's right, Chubs, no need for tears now. Crying too much might damage your eyes and could even contribute to postpartum depression."

Pressing her lips together, Mila forced a smile. "Thank you, Wendy. I'll try not to cry."

Wendy encouraged further, "That's the spirit! Premature babies aren't a cause for concern nowadays. With advanced medical technology, they just need a few months in the hospital, and then they'll be ready to come home.

"I have experience in childcare; I can lend a hand. I'll ensure your baby grows up chubby and healthy."

Florence quickly chimed in, "I'll take care of him too. I've raised kids just as well as Wendy. Just consider Nathan, Taylor, and, of course, Daniel..." Patting Daniel on the back, Florence added, "He's as strong as a bull."

Caught off guard by the sudden pat, Daniel instinctively covered his chest, looking bewildered.

Mila couldn't resist stealing a glance at Daniel. She was moved by his gesture to visit her despite being blind. A wave of emotion washed over her, and she managed a faint smile.

"Chubs, congratulations to you and Nathan on the new addition to your family," Daniel said.

Mila replied warmly, "Thank you, Daniel."

Taylor joined in with congratulations, playfully teasing, "Chubs, even though he's only three pounds six ounces, that little guy looks surprisingly strong I could hear his cries from outside the glass; he's got quite the set of lungs. And his kicking and flailing... impressive, to say the least."

Mila's smile widened, genuinely uplifted by Taylor's words about her son. "Thank you, Taylor," she replied gratefully.

Florence gently squeezed Mila's hand, her heart swelling with empathy and admiration. "Chubs, you've been through so much. You nearly lost your life bringing this baby into the world.

and almost needed a hysterectomy to survive. It's all thanks to your resilient platelets and the dedicated obstetricians that you're here with us today. Thankfully, they managed to stop the

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the child was healthy, all the challenges

she would remember the pain of today. In the future, she

smile and shook her head reassuringly. "Florence, I'm

downplay it,

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tone gentle.

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couldn't help but interject, "Mom, Chubs is

Florence. Thank you," Mila cut him

flickering across his face as he glanced