"Okay, we'll come over right away. We'll be there in a little while. Pack your hospital bag."
"I packed it already."
My mom hung up the phone, and I checked my documents again.
When I just found myself pregnant, my mom and my brother Warren Brown wanted to pick me up and take care of me. With Margie and Zoe living with me, it was not convenient for them to come over.
At that time, Martin, a male chauvinist, said that I should not go home and stay with my parents until the baby was born because people would laugh at him if they found out.
For the sake of his reputation, I didn't go back.
I defended him all the time.
Even though I found out that my son Lucas had been switched, I would only be sad for two days. And then we made up and they kept me in the dark about everything.
Such a man was not worthy of being a father.
In my previous life, my amniotic fluid suddenly broke. I was afraid that the baby would lack oxygen, so I had a cesarean section.
Before entering the operating room, I asked Margie to call my parents, and she readily agreed.
But she didn't call my parents at all and instead switched the two children after they were born.