After a long time, Grandma Luo spoke again, "Xiaotang, look at the little baby's breath more."
"If something happens to Xiao Chang'an and you can't handle it alone, you can call us."
"We will take care of the little baby's breath."
"There will never be a next time for what happened this time, you know?"
"I know, Mom."
Aunt Tang responded very obediently.
…
"There is milk powder in the kitchen. Go and make a glass of milk for the child."
"Okay, Mom."
…
Seeing that the study door was closed again, Grandma Luo turned her attention to her son.
Their son has always been the pride of the couple.
They haven't had anything to worry about since they were little.
...
She also felt sorry for her son's pain of losing his lover, so as long as his son felt happy, she had no objection no matter what he did.
Even if her son ignored her granddaughter, she didn't say anything even if she felt dissatisfied, and only occasionally mentioned it in front of her son.
However, this time, she could no longer remain silent.
Two years later, my son also has a new wife and a son.
Then, some pain should pass.
After all, the living people are the most important, right?
...
"Xiu Ming, little Gypsophila is your daughter."
"Rongrong is the daughter who gave birth to you with all her life."
"Do you really not care at all?"
Looking at her silent son, Grandma Luo was angry and distressed at the same time. However, she was angry toward her son, but her distress was toward her poor granddaughter.
Having no mother at birth should make people feel more pity for the child, but who would have thought that the father would be the same as if he had nothing!
...
"Or are you blaming Little Gypsophila?"
Grandma Luo gritted her teeth and asked, if he dared to say yes, she would beat this bastard son to death.
"Mom, I didn't."
Uncle Man quickly denied it.
...
"Bang~"
Grandpa Man, who had been silent all this time, finally broke out. He slammed the table and made a loud noise.
"No? No, is this how you treat little Gypsophila?"
"Try your conscience and say, do you really not blame Little Gypsophila?"
Grandpa Man paused for a moment, his face turned red, and he was obviously very angry.
Grandma Luo walked over and patted her husband's back to help him calm down.
Grandpa Man looked at his son who could not speak a word, and the "questions" he had been suppressing in his heart burst out.
"Have you ever cared about that child? Have you ever taken that child out to play once?"
"Have you ever hugged that child? Have you ever called that child's name?"
"No, you haven't done anything!"
Grandpa Man spoke louder and louder, almost roaring afterward.
"If the child is really lost, will you still be happy?"
"No, Dad."
Uncle Man retorted loudly as if he had been stung by a needle, "How could I possibly think that?"
…
Seeing the seriousness in their son's eyes, Grandpa Man and Grandma Luo finally felt somewhat satisfied.
"Bastard, with the way you are doing now, even if your daughter is by your side, it will be the same as if you don't have a daughter."
Grandpa Man cursed dissatisfiedly.
"Yes, Xiu Ming, look at it, do you and Little Man's Gypsophila get along like a father and daughter?"
Grandma Luo said sincerely, "The child is still young, and there is still time for everything."
"It will be difficult for you to recover in the future."
"People no longer care about you as a father."
…
"And, are you worthy of Rongrong by doing this?"
"Little Gypsophila is her flesh and blood."
"It is the continuation of her life."
"Rong Rong loves her so much, but the child she bought with her own life is why you ruined her like this?"
Grandma Luo had said similar words to Uncle Man many times, but every time it was like a stone sinking into the sea, unable to stir up any waves.
She didn't know if it would be another failure this time.
However, she heard, "I know, Mom." Uncle Man's voice was slightly hoarse, and Grandma Luo really thought for a moment that she was having auditory hallucinations because of her excessive desire.
But, no.
…
"OK."
Grandpa Man laughed and said, "Boy, remember what you say now."
"If you dare to ignore Little Gypsophila again, I will beat you to death."
…
"Since you have made up your mind, you must be nice to Little Gypsophila."
"Little Gypsophila is a good boy."
"You will regret that you missed so much of her growing up time."
Grandma Luo feels a bit like showing off.
Her granddaughter is the treasure of her heart.
In front of the granddaughter, the son has to give way.
…
Uncle Man smiled.
In fact, he understands the truth, but sometimes emotions are not controlled by reason.
When he sees that child, he will be reminded of that day.
The lights were on in the operating room, and the doctors and nurses were coming and going. Even if they were wearing masks, you could see the seriousness on their faces, and the quiet and almost oppressive air. Just when his heartstrings were stretched to the extreme, he was told to make a
Choice: protect the adults? Or protect the children?
At that moment, he almost collapsed.
"...Lord Bao."
Under the doctor's urging, he opened and closed his mouth several times, and finally managed to squeeze out a weak voice, which was extremely dry and hoarse.
…
But, finally, the doctor walked up to him and told him that he had a daughter.
And his wife died due to massive hemorrhage after resuscitation failed.
…
Looking at the mouth opening and closing in front of him, his ears were ringing so hard that he could hardly hear what the other person said.
When he finally reacted, he grabbed the doctor's collar and roared loudly: "Didn't you mean Mr. Bao?"
"Why is the lord dead?"
"Why?"
…
There were many people around to pull him away.
Even though he used all his strength, the hand that was tightly holding the doctor's collar was gradually released.
He was pulled away from the doctor.
The sound coming from my ears seemed far away and yet very close at the same time.
"The mother asked to keep the baby."
"And in that case, children are easier to save than adults."
"If we insist on protecting the Lord, the most likely result will be one body and two lives."
…
That day was the darkest day in Man Xiu Ming's life.
It was really too painful and too despairing.
He tried his best to forget, but couldn't.
And the existence of the little baby's breath reminded him again and again to recall that day.
There was no scab on the wound, and the pus-filled wound exuded a putrid stench, and scarlet blood flowed out with a light poke.
His wounds were bleeding again and again.
…
But, he knew that enough was enough.
The child is innocent.
He knows.
...
That is Rongrong's child.
Also his child.
That child was obviously bought by Rongrong with her life, how could he almost lose her?
...
Grandma Luo's words made him scared for a moment.
Even though he always dared not face the child because of his own cowardice, he did not hate her.
This child was the fruit of his love with Rongrong and should have been pampered by him like a princess.