Page 2 of After giving birth to a stillborn baby, I kidnapped all the newborns

"When you just gave birth, the anesthesia hadn't worn off yet, so experiencing blurred consciousness is completely normal," someone outside answered me.

But I shook my head and said, "No, that's not right. Because it was premature, the situation was too urgent. I didn't have time for any pain medication."

Felix quickly explained to me: "Grace, many babies are born in the hospital every day. Isn't it normal for you to hear crying?"

Hearing his words, I began to hesitate. It was indeed normal to hear baby cries in the delivery room.

But that crying was too close to me, making me feel like it was my child crying.

I slowly turned my gaze to Felix. Only then did I realize that after I said "the baby might have been switched," he didn't doubt it at all. Instead, he kept telling me the baby was stillborn.

I looked at him suspiciously and asked tentatively, "That crying was too close to me. Was it the baby from the bed next to mine?"

"It was exactly the baby from the bed next to yours crying," Felix answered without hesitation.

But I was stunned, because there was no one giving birth in the bed next to mine.

I stared at Felix in shock, my body trembling uncontrollably.

Why was Felix lying to me?

Seeing me frown, Felix thought I believed his words. He reached out his hand to me and said, "Grace, please come out from inside. Let's properly prepare a funeral for the baby. Once you've rested, we'll try to get pregnant again. We'll definitely have another child."

I clenched my fists, gritted my teeth, and let out a cold laugh before asking him: "Felix, where exactly did you take our child? That's your child too. Why are you lying to me? Who did you give my baby to?"

Felix hurriedly said, "Grace, what do you mean? How could I possibly take away our child? Don't you even trust what I'm saying?"

I shouted angrily at Felix: "I don't believe you. My child isn't dead. You're lying to me!"

After saying this, I yanked down the electrical switch that controlled the newborn nursery's temperature.

The room temperature dropped instantly. With red eyes, I looked at the panicked people outside.

I said, "I'm giving you one hour to return my child to me. Otherwise, we'll all die together."

Discovering that I had actually pulled the switch, the people outside immediately panicked.

Someone shouted at me: "What does your husband lying to you have to do with my child?"

Another person said: "Felix, where exactly did you put your child? Do you really have to drag my child into this too?"

Someone else tried to reason with me: "Grace, please calm down. As long as you can guarantee our children will be safe, we'll definitely help you find your child."

Additionally, someone shouted anxiously at Felix: "Felix, tell us what's really going on. There are thirty children in here. If anything happens to them, can your hospital take responsibility?"

Felix shouted anxiously at me: "Grace, please calm down first. Our child really has passed away. Don't say one hour - even if you gave me a hundred hours, I couldn't bring the child back to you."

I stared at Felix with icy eyes.

Actually, it wasn't that I was giving them one hour - I only had one hour.

Because when my consciousness was blurred, I heard an unfamiliar voice say: "One hour will be enough."

I didn't know what my child would experience during this hour. I only knew that after one hour, my child might truly not survive.

"Jackson, you're finally here. Please talk some sense into Grace!" Felix said.

His voice snapped me back to attention.

My white-haired father Jackson Reid had rushed over anxiously. I quickly cried out to him: "Dad, please go find my child! She's in this hospital, hidden away somewhere. I'm certain she's still alive! There are fifty minutes left now. If we can't find her, she'll really die! Don't believe what Felix is saying. What I gave birth to wasn't stillborn at all. Felix and they are working together!"