Page 3 of After giving birth to a stillborn baby, I kidnapped all the newborns

Jackson suddenly slapped Felix across the face.

Then he roared at Felix in fury: "You animal! You knew Grace couldn't handle the news of the baby's death. Why didn't you watch her properly? Look what you've done to my daughter!"

I quickly explained to Jackson: "Dad, I'm not crazy. My baby really isn't dead! You've been handling my prenatal checkups all alongyou know this. Even if I gave birth three weeks ago, it would have been a healthy baby."

But Jackson looked at me with guilt written all over his face.

He said: "Grace, actually, your prenatal reports didn't show the baby was completely healthy. The fetus had some problems all along. But I was too arrogant, thinking I could secretly help fix things, so I didn't tell you the truth about the baby's condition. However, I failed to correct the issues. That child was indeed stillborn."

I was completely stunned. Both my parents are obstetricians, and I'm their only daughter. They cared for me during my pregnancy even more than Felix did. Jackson, who has always adored me, would never lie to me. Could I really have given birth to a stillborn baby?

I placed both hands on my lower abdomen as the sound of a baby's cry echoed in my mind again. I furrowed my brow as a tear rolled down my cheek.

I asked: "Maybe this baby and I really weren't meant to be. Dad, with all your years of experience, was this baby beautiful?"

Jackson's eyes filled with tears as he nodded: "This baby looked just like you as a childsuch smooth skin, especially the hands. They were exactly like yours when you were little, with all ten fingers tightly clenched."

I instantly tensed up, my whole body going numb as I stared at Jackson in disbelief.

I screamed at Jackson: "Dad, so you're lying to me too! Why are you deceiving me just like Felix? What is it that you can't tell me? Why did you take my baby away?"

Jackson was stunned and said: "Grace, you're my only daughter. How could I possibly lie to you?"

I broke down laughing hysterically.

Then I said: "That's right. You handled most of my prenatal checkups throughout my pregnancy. But there was one time when I was traveling, and I had a friend who's also an obstetrician do an examination. What I didn't expect was that my friend discovered my baby had six fingers. My friend said that because the baby kept its fists clenched during all the previous exams, the doctors never noticed this condition."

Jackson quickly explained: "That kind of examination can easily be misread. How can you suspect me over something like this?"

I roared: "Am I the one who wants to suspect you? You're all lying to me!"

My screaming woke up the babies in the nursery. Weak cries of infants could be heard from the room.

The parents of the other newborns outside were extremely worried about their children. They kept crying while trying to comfort me, and pleaded with Jackson to tell the truth.

But Jackson still insisted that what I gave birth to was a stillborn baby.

I took a deep breath, then lifted my head as tears streamed down my cheeks.

I glanced at the clock overhead and said: "You have twenty minutes left. It seems you'd rather bear the consequences of thirty lives than return my baby to me. What reason could possibly make you willing to watch me die along with thirty newborns rather than give me back my child?"

Everyone around us pressed Jackson and Felix for the truth, but both men maintained that my baby had died long ago.

Left with no choice, everyone decided to call the police.

But just as one of the mothers was about to dial the emergency number, my mother Mila Reid suddenly rushed over and snatched the phone from her hands.

Mila said: "My daughter is just a bit emotional. She's simply a mother who just lost her child. I'll talk to her. Please, I'm begging you not to call the police."

After saying this, Mila looked at me with tears in her eyes and said: "Stop being foolish and come back to me."

But I asked her: "Mom, can I trust you?"

Mila froze for a moment and said, "Of course you can trust me. You're my child, you're my life."

She would even give her life for me. How could she not love me?

I asked Mila, "Mom, would you believe everything I tell you?"

Mila answered, "Of course I would."

Hearing Mila's unhesitating response, I immediately told her, "My child is still alive, and he's in this hospital right now. Dad and Felix both know the truth, but they won't help save my child. I only have twenty minutes left. If you help me find my child, I'll honestly turn myself in. I never meant to kill anyone, and I certainly never meant to kidnap these children. I just want to find my child."

Mila paused slightly, looking toward Jackson and Felix.

She frowned and said, "Grace, if all of this is true, I want to help you find your child too. But Grace, I was so worried about complications during your delivery that I specifically requested to assist with your birth. I watched you give birth with my own eyes. Felix wouldn't dare mess around. I personally watched Felix remove a stillborn baby from your belly."

Mila spoke with complete sincerity, but I stood there stunned.

Did I really give birth to a stillborn baby?

Mila continued, "I know you're heartbroken and can't accept this reality. If you dare, I'll take you to see the surveillance footage. Once you see it with your own eyes, you won't keep obsessing over finding your child."

Then Mila reached out her hand toward me and said, "Come back."

I stood there numbly, staring blankly at Mila, then walked step by step toward the entrance of the neonatal unit.

But just as I was about to reach the door, I suddenly noticed the bloodstains on Mila's clothes.

I immediately stopped and said, "No. You're lying to me too! When I was giving birth, another woman was hemorrhaging badly. You left my delivery room. I remember it clearly. Mom, why? What secret are you all hiding from me? Why did you replace my child with a stillborn baby?"

Mila stood there stunned in surprise and said, "How could I bear to replace your child with a stillborn baby? Grace, what are you talking about? If you don't trust me, surely you trust the surveillance footage?"

I let out a cold laugh and said, "If my own family can lie to me, what about some cold machine?"

At that moment, the ten-minute countdown alarm sounded. I turned back to look at the children in the neonatal unit.

I said, "Since you all want my child to die, then we'll all die together."

The people outside immediately became tense.

They begged Jackson and Mila to tell me the truth and release their children.

Some people cried out to me, "Grace, if they won't help you investigate, we will. Please spare our children."

I smiled bitterly and said, "I don't have time to investigate anymore."

I took a deep breath and placed my hand on the temperature control device.

Countless anguished cries came from outside the neonatal unit door.

But just as I was about to lower the temperature, a voice came from the crowd.

It was a man's voice: "I know where your real child is."