Casey was immersed in a sweet dream, a smile gradually appeared on the corner of her mouth and she was just about to ask if she could hold the baby.
In front of her, the man gently raised the little baby in his hand and the next second, he threw it hard to the ground.
After waking up from the dream, Casey broke out in a cold sweat.
She suddenly opened her eyes, sat up straight and ignoring the blood transfusion needle in her hand, she pulled out the needle and went out of bed barefoot.
The ground was so cold. She felt dazed for a moment and her stomach felt even emptier. Her belly, which had been full like a swollen ball, suddenly deflated.
Then, where was her child?
Through the glass window, she could hear a loud conversation outside. Casey forced herself to regain her sanity and tiptoed to the side.
In a private hospital, a doctor in a white coat cradled a tiny baby in her arms, his voice trembling with disbelief.
"Mr. Olson, why are you doing this?" the doctor pleaded. "Even if you despise your wife and refuse to acknowledge your own bloodline, the baby is innocent!