Chapter 4

"Close the door!"

Dr. Reed sharply ordered, and two bodyguards immediately rushed over, trying to re-close the patio door.

I was still kneeling on the ground, my knees burning with pain, but my mind cleared instantly.

I lunged forward with the baby, half my body wedging into the door crack.

The bodyguards paused.

Noah Sterling's face turned livid with anger.

"Are you crazy?! What if you hurt the baby?!"

I bit down hard on my lip.

"She needs ventilation! Not your emergency resuscitation procedures!"

Dr. Reed's eye twitched.

"Ignorance!"

"A baby in respiratory failure will only die faster from the stimulation of cold air!"

The baby's voice in my arms was weak and intermittent.

"Don't listen to his bullsht… What I'm most afraid of right now is that woman's smell…"

I desperately held the door open, sweat pouring down my forehead.

Just then, a deep, hoarse voice came from nearby.

"Let me see the child."

I looked back. It was Grandpa Richard Sterling.

The old man stood not far away, leaning on his cane, his face looking terrible.

Sarah White immediately went up to him, her face full of concern.

"Grandpa Sterling, please don't get upset; your health is important."

"This nanny has already caused Mr. Sterling to lose control; please don't let her deceive you."

As she spoke, she raised her hand to help him.

Grandpa Richard Sterling's cane stopped, and he directly pushed her hand away.

"Get lost."

Sarah White's expression instantly froze.

Grandpa Richard Sterling walked over step by step, his gaze falling on the child in my arms.

"You say she's still breathing. What's your proof?"

I licked my dry lips.

"Just now, when the patio door opened a crack, her reaction changed the moment she felt the breeze."

"Just give me a little more time…"

Dr. Reed quickly interrupted.

"Mr. Sterling, the child currently has no autonomous breathing response, her face is bruised, and she is in critical condition."

"You can't pin your hopes on an outsider's wild claims!"

The Sterling sons stood in a line, creating an oppressive atmosphere that made it hard to breathe.

I knew that if any of them raised a hand, I was done for today.

But Lily in my arms grew even weaker.

"I'm so sleepy…"

"Don't let her get close to me…"

I looked up and saw Sarah White had somehow approached a few more steps.

Her face still held that pitiful, innocent look.

"Chloe, you keep saying my perfume has a problem, but why don't you show us proof?"

My heart sank.

Right, I had no proof.

I couldn't exactly say the baby told me herself.

Sarah White saw my hesitation, a flicker of triumph in her eyes, then she covered her belly and took a gentle breath.

"Besides, I'm carrying the Sterling family's flesh and blood; I couldn't possibly do such a thing."

"You're so desperate to take Lily outside; who knows if you're trying to destroy some evidence?"

Dr. Reed immediately seized the opportunity.

"Mr. Sterling, Grandpa Sterling, she is the one who should be investigated most thoroughly."

"The child's problem occurred in her care; she definitely has something to hide!"

Caleb Sterling, the eighth son, kicked over a nearby chair.

"Enough!"

"Tie her up first, then question her slowly!"

Two bodyguards lunged at me again.

I clutched the baby and scrambled back towards the patio, my back hitting the railing. There was nowhere left to retreat.

The night wind howled in.

The little one in my arms suddenly let out a very soft whimper. Though faint, my heart jumped.

It's working!

My eyes welled up, and I almost screamed.

"She reacted just now! Didn't you hear it?!"

Everyone looked at me as if I were a desperate lunatic.

Just as the bodyguard reached out to grab me, the doctor's assistant, Dr. Alex Smith, who had been cowering in the corner, suddenly rushed out.

He wiped sweat from his brow.

"Wait!"

"Just now, Lily's fingertip… seemed to move."

Dr. Reed's face turned deathly pale.

"Dr. Smith, don't talk nonsense!"

Dr. Smith's Adam's apple bobbed, and he forced himself to speak.

"I was close, I don't think I saw wrong."

"And infants in breathlessness or feigned death can indeed experience brief recovery under specific stimulation…"

Sarah White's face instantly went white, and she sharply interrupted.

"Are you all going crazy, one by one?"

"Experimenting on a month-old baby? Who will be responsible if something goes wrong?!"

Mr. Sterling had been silent.

Only then did he slowly raise his head, his gaze fixed on the baby's face.

"Open the door."

"Let her take the child to the patio."

Sarah White's breath hitched.

"Mr. Sterling…"

Mr. Sterling glared at her.

"I said, open the door."

The patio door was fully pushed open.

The moment the cold wind swept in, Lily in my arms suddenly gave a very soft gasp.

The next second, a hoarse, broken cry came from Evelyn Sterling's direction.

"Let me see my daughter…"