Rebecca Quentin smiled lightly, "I’ll be by her side watching, it’s okay."
Marilyn Quinn also seriously uttered at this mont, "Mm, I’ll be very careful, and I’ll just hold for a while."
"You spoil her like this, agreeing to everything." Christine Quinn complained to Rebecca Quentin.
Rebecca Quentin still just smiled.
Christine Quinn suddenly said, "Er, Becca, the little one is pouting."
Rebecca Quentin asked, "Could he be hungry?"
"Very likely."
"Bring the baby over, I’ll feed him...the doctor said if we want to stick to breastfeeding, now is the ti to let him latch on."
"Alright, you don’t have much milk now, I’ll go prepare so formula just in case, we can’t let the little one go hungry."
"Mm."
Saying so, Christine Quinn gently placed the little baby on the blanket beside Rebecca Quentin.
Marilyn Quinn leaned over, wanting to see how the little baby looked.
Christine Quinn quickly held Marilyn Quinn back, and said seriously, "The little baby needs to nurse, don’t disturb here, and oh, your aunt is tired, once mommy is done making the formula, we need to let your aunt rest!"
Marilyn Quinn nodded obediently, "Alright!"
Christine Quinn turned to make the formula, and after putting it in the warr on the bedside cabinet, she said softly, "Becca, I’ll take Marie ho first, you have a good rest here, and I’ll bring so soup over later!"
"Mm."
Christine Quinn quietly closed the door.
The not-so-spacious hospital room was very quiet.
The already tired baby lay sleeping sweetly in the warm embrace of Rebecca Quentin’s arms.
Looks like the little one isn’t hungry...
With a face full of maternal love, Rebecca Quentin’s tender gaze never left the chubby little face of the baby.
Giving birth was incredibly painful, her lower body is still not relieved from the pain now, but looking at the child, the sense of fulfilling happiness makes all of this seem trivial...
Although the baby’s features haven’t fully developed, she can confirm the baby looks very much like him...
Slender eyes, exactly like his when squinting, a high nose bridge, unquestionably inherited from him, thin lips, it’s simply a miniature version of him...
She expected the child to look like him, but the more she looked at the child’s appearance, the more a slight bitterness welled in her heart.
She gave birth, does he know?
Yesterday was his wedding day, the ceremony must have been grand, the scene surely romantic and sweet, right?
Could he now be on his way to so romantic place for a honeymoon with his wife?
He probably won’t co here again, right?
He’s already married, and there’s soone beside him to care for him, from now on, his world and his focus should all be on his wife, right?
As ti gradually passes, he and she will drift further apart, and one day, he will completely forget her, after all, he never truly cared, it was always just using, what lingering unforgettable mories could there possibly be?
She doesn’t know if he will ever co to see this child in the future, but she won’t, she won’t be foolish again, nor let the child have any contact with him for even a mont...
It’s best to cut ties completely, she also wants to prove to him that he was just a passerby in her life...
Closing her tear-stinging eyes, Rebecca Quentin lowered her head and lightly kissed the soft fine hair of the baby.
Just then, a knock was heard on the hospital room door, and a tall, slender figure pushed the door open and entered.
Rebecca Quentin initially thought it was a nurse, but upon seeing who it was, her eyes paused, then filled with a joyous smile, "Isabella?"
"Becca..." Isabella Joanna stood rooted to the spot, her voice choked as she called out to Rebecca Quentin.
Rebecca Quentin propped herself up, attempting to rise.
Isabella Joanna hurried over, setting down the gifts she brought, helped Rebecca Quentin, "Lie down, lie down... A woman’s postpartum period is the most crucial, you mustn’t get up!"
Being helped back into a lying position by Isabella Joanna, Rebecca Quentin smiled faintly, "It’s not that serious, you see, won in Arica don’t have postpartum confinent, this is just a tradition of Flowery Kingdom, if my sister hadn’t insisted on staying in the hospital for a few more days, I would have wanted to be discharged today."
Isabella Joanna scolded, "The constitution of Aricans is different from us people from Flowery Kingdom, so even if they don’t have postpartum confinent it’s no big deal, but people from Flowery Kingdom are different, observing such customs for five thousand years, it must be beneficial."
Rebecca Quentin smiled gently, "I can’t argue with you, there’s a chair over there, have a seat!"
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