Chapter 4

The doctor tried to persuade him again, but I looked at Xavier weakly and asked:

"After the transfusion... I can leave, right? I can see the baby?"

His brow furrowed slightly. He avoided my eyes:

"As long as you complete the transfusion and sign the settlement, I'll let you and the baby leave."

I nodded. My parched throat told the doctor:

"Do it."

Having achieved his goal, Xavier turned to leave and check on Mia.

Behind him, my eyes reddened as I called out:

"Xavier, you still don't believe I'm Natalie?"

His footsteps paused.

"I don't know what you're scheming, pretending to be my wife again and again. But my Natalie—I'd recognize her even as ashes. You're definitely not her. You could never compare to her!"

The greatest sorrow is when the heart dies. I smiled bitterly and mocked myself:

"Forget it. It doesn't matter anymore."

"I don't want to argue with you anymore. I just hope you won't regret this."

After experiencing everything today, I no longer loved Xavier.

I just wanted to take my baby home, divorce him, and never see him again!

But I never imagined my fate would collapse like dominoes—one disaster after another.

After the transfusion, I returned to the room and saw a bundle on the bed. I excitedly walked over and picked it up.

"Baby, Mommy's back."

But as I held the child, my body froze. It felt like a stone hammer hanging over my head had slammed into my heart. The pain made my eyes sting.

The baby's face was blue. Her eyes were closed. She wasn't moving at all.

My breathing became unsteady. My voice was so hoarse it was about to break, like a candle flame flickering in the wind:

"Baby... what's wrong?"

"Don't scare Mommy. I can take you home soon. Wake up and look at Mommy, okay?"

Holding the baby, I wanted to call a doctor, but I heard a heavy door slam behind me. The door was locked.

I desperately shouted, pounding on the door:

"Open the door! My baby is sick! Let me out!"

"Please, I need to see a doctor! The baby isn't breathing! She's dying!"

A man's cold, merciless voice came from outside:

"Stop struggling. Mr. Hale said your blood is still useful. He can't let you leave."

"Mrs. Hale said you and the baby can't leave this room until she wakes up."

My heart sank. Looking at the baby's blue face, I knelt on the floor and kowtowed.

I begged, my voice breaking:

"Please! Save my baby!"

"I won't fight Mia's baby for inheritance! It's my fault, please!"

But no one answered. My desperate wails penetrated the hospital room and echoed through the corridor.

My eyes caught sight of the call button. I stumbled to my feet and pressed it. But no matter how many times I pressed it, it was immediately disconnected.

I looked at the door in despair, letting out a heart-wrenching scream:

"Xavier!"

"I hate you!"

Xavier held Mia. Her complexion gradually became more rosy.

Hearing the noise outside, she frowned in displeasure:

"What's that pregnant woman screaming about? Did she sign the settlement?"

His secretary handed him a folder, saying as if asking for credit:

"Mr. Hale, not only did she sign the settlement, she also agreed to be a blood donor for Mrs. Hale. This is the signed contract."

Xavier casually took the document and opened it. His face instantly went pale. He immediately pushed Mia away and stood up.

He asked in disbelief:

"Why is Natalie's name on the settlement?"