"Honey, thank you for giving birth to such a cute son. I’ll be a great dad." He grinned.
I looked at the baby peacefully sleeping in his arms, and my heart ached.
Samuel was wrong. No mother could mistake her own child. The baby’s eyebrows and eyes resembled his, but his nose and chin were nearly identical to Xandra’s.
That was their child.
But my son was now a cold and lifeless corpse!
"Lydia, does your leg still hurt? Here, take some painkillers." Samuel looked at me. His eyes were filled with the same tenderness as always, but I knew now—it was all just an illusion meant to deceive me.
I looked at the pills in his hand and recalled what I had just overheard.
Taking a deep breath, I said, "Samuel, the medicine is too bitter. Can I take it later?"
'You've already killed my child. Can't you at least leave me the right to be a mother?'
Samuel hesitated for just a second before smiling and patting my head. "You're a mother now, yet you're still acting like a child? Giving birth was already hard on you, and now your legs are hurting. I couldn't sleep all night worrying about you, Lydia. Just take pity on your husband, okay? I still have to be a good father to our baby."