She grabbed Mrs. Bishop's hand and asked, "Mom, where is the child?"
"He is still in the incubator." Mrs. Bishop gritted her teeth and said, "Don't worry. I will keep an eye on the child."
"Mom, I can't go to prison. Bring over all the nutrition. I need to recover as soon as possible to feed my baby. I can't let them send me to prison." Kate's mind was filled with thoughts about how to not go to prison. This idea was even more than what a mother would think about a newborn child like her.
"I've already ordered the servants to cook bird's nest." Lady Bishop was even more anxious than her, her eyes redder as she said, "You won't be able to recover from your premature delivery, and you won't be able to secrete milk water. Even if you drink tonic, it won't necessarily work. I've already notified the hospital to call the nurse."
