The Love Struggle of Miss Ruth

Chapters 178. Dava Flashback

In front of the operating room, now the figure of a man who initially seemed enthusiastic coming to the hospital turned very frustrating. At this time the wife is still unconscious, I don't know what to say to the most beloved woman about their dead baby.

Slowly his strapping body slumped in the direction of the hospital wall. He sat down sad.

"What should I tell my wife, Bi? Our son is gone..Over this time we take care of him so well and attentively, why does God take it from us?" he asked as if he could think of nothing more at this moment.

The hope he had been waiting for the most all this time disappeared instantly.

"Master, Madam will definitely be able to hear it. She's a strong woman. Believe that..." Bi Nan replied in a weakened voice. He is afraid of his own words if it makes the master experience things they do not want.

"No, Bi. I was afraid that my wife would lose her consciousness hearing that.." said Wilson who massaged her forehead.

After a moment of silence, Wilson suddenly lifted his head and said, "That man." He ran as soon as he could back to where he had originally delivered someone.

Bi Nan who was speechless seeing the departure of the master did not dare to ask in the slightest. The guilt in him still felt so obvious. He has been negligent in carrying out his obligations to look after the employer and their prospective baby.

"Doctor, where is the patient who gave birth?" ask her with a hostile face at all.

"Oh, did you please just now? Just had the patient after giving birth. He's still in the room waiting for the person in charge to bring the patient's body." Wilson's eyes rounded immediately upon hearing his death.

"W-what? I mean who died, Doc?" he was shocked to hear the word die on the same day as a different person.

"Mother of a dead baby, Father. And luckily you're back, because we're waiting for your arrival just like the old house said just now in order to secure the baby to you."

Wilson was silent for a moment, for a moment he tried to wake himself up. It was like a nightmare she never wanted.

With a heavy heart, he stepped into the baby room that he would lift as his son. Wilson stared at the baby pus visible from that distance. There was a tear falling on his cheek.

"If this is the best, I'm sincere, O God. You sent a little angel when our little angel took you. I will take good care of him like my own son. I won't tell anyone if this child is my son's replacement from you..." Finally he chose to stay a little longer and wait for the nurse to give the baby to him.

Seconds. Wilson's return to the presence of his aides certainly made him very surprised.

"T-Master? I-that's..s-s-who?" point it with a face so shocked when you see the figure of a baby who has moved to the left and right looking for the source of the essence.

With a hard Wilson replied. "He's my son, my son with Tarisya, Bi" he replied steadily.

"From this moment on, I'll still think of you as Dad's son, son. Whatever happens, you're our biological son." that's what a Wilson promised himself without Bi Nan even knowing what happened.

All he did was not without an agreement with the doctor. Even the hospital even though he was heavy hearted but he still wanted to do it all for the good and of course with the responsibility of a father as well.

Bi Nan's lips opened to form the letter o in astonishment. In his heart he asked himself. "Huh? Did I not see wrong? Didn't the doctors just say that their son couldn't be saved? Oh God what really happened? But is this really Mr and Madam's son? Why is it like this anyway? Which one is actually right? Dead or alive?" although it was full of questions Bi Nan did not dare to ask in the slightest.

To this day, only Mr. Wilson knows what really happened to the baby.

"Bi, please take care of my son first. I must immediately take care of the administration of Tarisya. Please let me know if suddenly Tarisya is conscious?"

"Well, sir." Bi Nan's letter only answered obediently while welcoming the tiny baby's body in the Master's burly hands.

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