Charlotte Green nodded shyly, aware that Kevin Cliff had already decided the child was not his, which meant he wouldn't be taking the child back to the United States as he had promised her.
Even though she was overdue, he had waited for her to give birth, only to find out that the child was not his when it finally happened—it must have been a terrible blow.
He must hate her even more now.
When the baby fell asleep, Charlotte handed him over to Mrs. Turner, "Auntie, I want to make a phone call."
Mrs. Turner nodded understandingly, gently took the baby, carried him out, and left the ward to her.
Charlotte picked up the cell phone from the bedside table, opened the contact list, and looked at the familiar number with tears welling in her eyes.
Summing up her courage repeatedly, she still dialed the number.
In the dim nursery, the curtains were sealed, allowing only slivers of light to refract in, barely illuminating the objects in the room.
