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“You said little girl?” With knitted brows, Elissa looked equally perplexed. “But why… a little girl?”
He’d been calling the baby “little girl” all this time, never doubting for a moment.
Ernest paused abruptly, a sudden unease washing over him.
Could he have been mistaken? Was it possible… that it wasn’t a girl?
When they first found out about Elissa’s pregnancy, he and Locke had always hoped for a little girl.
Locke was so sure he’d have a baby sister that he spoke to her through their mother’s belly every day.
As time passed, Ernest hade to simply assume it was a girl.
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But seeing Elissa’s reaction now, it seemed it wasn’t after all.
Nearby, Savannah raised her chin ever so slightly. Her lips curved in a faint, cold smile. “I’m afraid you’ll be disappointed—it’s a boy.”
The child was remarkably resilient.
When Elissa fell into the sea, her body escaped serious injury.
However, prolonged submersion deprived her brain of oxygen, and the earlier car crash had only worsened the damage. She slipped into aa.
After being transferred to Ontmond, Savannah had suggested terminating the pregnancy. But every procedure carried risks.
There was a chance Elissa might never make it through the procedure—and both mother and child could be lost.
What choice was there? To save the mother—or the child?
As Savannah grappled with this agonizing dilemma, Elissa suddenly awoke. Yet both were dangerously weak. Their survival remained uncertain.
Thanks to the around-the-clock care Neville had arranged, against all odds, the baby miraculously survived alongside his mother.
Now Savannah led the way, with Ernest and Elissa following hand in hand.
Ernest looked down at Elissa. “The baby… he’s here?”
“Yes.” Elissa gave a slight nod. “He was discharged a few days ago—we brought him here.”
Ernest nodded absentmindedly, still trying to process the news. He remembered all the times Elissa had visited the hospital, day after day.
“So… when you went to the hospital,” he asked carefully, “it was to see him?”
“Yes,” Elissa confirmed softly.
The realization hit Ernest, and his brow creased in thought. That meant the child was the one with health issues.
He could understand why now.
After enduring so much, it made sense that the child would be delicate, fragile.
But… just how serious was it?
Ernest felt a mmy wave of worry sweep over his hands. Elissa noticed and gave his hand a reassuring squeeze, as if to say, “It’s okay.”
“We’re here.” Savannah stopped in front of a door.
She turned toward them, her expression heavy with a mix of resignation and inevitability.
Her hand gripped the doorknob, and she let out a long, quiet sigh. “Come in.”
Savannah pushed the door open and stepped inside. The room was the same one she had shown Elissa on the day they first arrived.
It was spacious, bright, and carefully organized.
Beyond the standard nursery furniture, various medical devices were arranged around the room.
Because the boy was so weak, he wasn’t just cared for by a nanny—he had a licensed nurse attending to him as well.
Savannah had never wished for this grandchild to be born, yet the moment he arrived, she had spared no effort to give him the very best care.
In truth, it was thanks to Savannah’s determination that the child was alive at all.
Without her, he might never have drawn his first breath.
Savannah led the way deeper into the room.
The nanny had just finished feeding the baby, burped him gently, andid him back in his crib with delicate care. Looking up, she saw Savannah and Elissa step inside.
“Mrs. Brown, Miss Brown,” the nanny greeted formally.
Savannah nodded. “You may step out for now.”
“Of course.” The nanny and nurse exchanged quiet nods and left the room silently.
“This way,” Savannah said, gesturing to Ernest.
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