The son I imagined isn't here, and my daughter is dead!
Fang Yue just couldn't bring herself to believe this fact. She asked, "Did you switch my son? Did someone want a boy and just took my son away?"
"You gave birth to a girl, and after you passed out, the child died." Jia Sufen, shaken out of her memories by Fang Yue's frenzied shaking, stared at Fang Yue and rattled off a bunch of words. In short, Fang Yue's child was gone.
Fang Yue refused to believe it, clutching Jia Sufen and relentlessly questioning her.
The office was a chaotic mess.
"Then my second sister—no, Xu Nianhua—whose child is she?" Gu Mingcheng stepped forward with his question. On the way here, his mind was all over the place—from the girl who inspired him, to his second sister, to now a stranger with no blood ties. Gu Mingcheng felt his heart jumping up and down.
Jia Sufen kept her mouth shut and said nothing.
