Viviana ran to Leander. He was not even holding the baby properly. The baby sounded hoarse and it didn't even have the strength to cry. It must have been crying for a long time.
The outdoor staff and the indoor staff all gathered to hear the baby's voice. There is something to a pitiful cry of a baby that invokes the inner protective feeling of anyone.
Viviana couldn't figure out what was going on too. The cloth covering the baby was not even a towel. The baby was covered with the microfiber cleaning cloth used to wipe cars. She could see the little bud-like toes wriggling.
Her heart filled with compassion.
"Whose baby is this?"
Viviana got the baby from his hands. Looking at the baby, her heart fell. It was a girl. She was light as a feather. The baby was still covered in blood and bodily fluids. The cut of the umbilical cord was serrated and a thread was used instead of a clamp.
