In My Desperate Time

Chapter 274 How Can She Be So Ruthless

Without a thought, I rush towards the child.

The worker at the café sees that I am running inwards and holds onto me, “Miss, what are you doing? The exit is the other side.”

“Release me, there is a child over there!” I say anxiously. This content is © NôvelDrama.Org.

When I see that the child is crying all alone, my heart hurts like it is being cut by a knife.

I really don’t understand how Whitney can be so ruthless to abandon her child and run. Isn’t a mother’s love suppose to be selfless? Why don’t I see this in Whitney?

The worker hesitates and looks at me and then at the crying child but eventually runs outside. In the face of life and death, the human instinct is far too fragile.

I am also scared of death but I cannot possibly leave the child inside.

Earthquakes are rare in Virginia and I do not know the intensity of this earthquake. But no matter what, I must save this child. Being a mother who lost a child, I must not let anything happen to this child!

I take a deep breath and run in that direction. Just as I reach the pram, I notice the ceiling lamps crashing down. The child is in danger! I dash over to the pram and lean over the pram while the lamp crashes onto my shoulders.

Ouch! It hurt so much that I can’t raise my shoulders. It’s too dangerous here and we must leave immediately. I endure the pain in my shoulders and carry the child into my arms and sprint out of there.

It is fortunate that the earthquake isn’t that severe and there isn’t any further danger. The tremors stop as soon as I run outside.

Whitney cowers in Lawrence’s embrace and has not recovered from the shock. Suddenly she realizes that something is amiss and pushes Lawrence away and says angrily to him, “Why didn’t you carry the child out?”

“You are the most important in my heart,” Lawrence says calmly as he looks solemnly at Whitney.

I am bewildered, isn’t this child Lawrence’s? It is one thing for Whitney to not care about the child but how can Lawrence not care about the child as well?

I lower my head to look at the delicate baby and suddenly feel reluctant to hand him over to Whitney. How can they bear not to love this adorable baby? I stand there and look affectionately at the baby. I am thinking that if my child is still around, then how different things can be. My heart aches intensely again.

Suddenly, someone snatches the child from my arms.

I look up in a panic and see Whitney’s furious expression.

“Who let you carry my child!” She looks as if she is terrified that I will take away her child. If she worries so much, then why did she abandon the child just now?

As a mother who lost her child, I can’t understand the actions of Whitney. I am also furious that there is such a selfish mother on the face of this earth.

In the end, I cannot tolerate it any further and say to Whitney, “You abandoned the baby and ran out during the earthquake. If it wasn’t for me, the baby would still be inside!”

“So what? Isn’t the baby fine? How severe can the earthquake be in Virginia? I suspect that you wanted to steal my baby in the commotion!” Whitney scoffs.

What! Are you kidding me?

Whitney really knows how to twist things around to accuse her of wrongdoing.

My tolerance for this woman is at its breaking point.