Punishment（2）

Dad skillfully held the baby girl and nervously asked, "Is my wife okay?"

The nurse nodded, "The mother is in good condition and needs to rest for more than half an hour before being transferred to the ward."

Dad held the baby girl and waited outside the delivery room. He clearly didn't have any bias against girls and looked at the newborn with gentle and loving eyes. His older daughter also jumped around, wanting to see the baby.

Joy filled the air around them.

Jane watched and couldn't help but wonder if the child she had lost was a boy or a girl, who they looked like, what kind of personality they would have, what they would be interested in, and what they would be good at when they grew up.

After waiting until past 9 o'clock and finally, at nearly midnight, the second baby was born. It was the first child for the mother, and there were two families waiting outside, with eight or nine people in total. So when the newborn was brought out, everyone was excited and happy regardless of gender.

When it came to the third baby, Charlotte was responsible for delivering the baby. She was surprised to see Jane still waiting outside, but the delivery room was busy, and she didn't get a chance to greet her.

Jane waited outside the delivery room for 49 hours before the fourth baby was born. And on the 65th hour, the fifth baby was born.

Every time a baby was born, the family members waiting outside the delivery room would excitedly rush forward to check on the baby, and Jane's mood would also become jubilant and happy.

Slowly, she realized that this was John's punishment for her. Punishing her for losing their child.

She felt so sad that she wanted to cry. If she hadn't gotten throat cancer and taken so many drugs recently, would he have thought that she would be willing to have an abortion?

Who was he to punish her like this?

Clearly, she was the one suffering on the operating table.

Moreover, if it weren't for his beastly behavior that night, she wouldn't have gotten pregnant in the first place.

He didn't even apologize and came to lecture her?

Just as she was full of grievances, a shadow fell over her, and she instinctively looked up to see John.

He was wearing a perfectly tailored suit, exuding an air of luxury and elegance. "Is the report done?" he asked.

She suppressed the pain in her heart and gritted her teeth, "It's done. In one sentence, we have three boys and two girls, and in 20 years, one of the boys will be a bachelor."

John frowned deeply, "Is that it?" His tone was cold and menacing, filling the hallway outside the delivery room with an eerie atmosphere.

Jane felt a pang of discomfort in her heart. She had spent the last 65 hours outside the delivery room without a good night's sleep, her emotions riding a rollercoaster as she witnessed others' joy while mourning her own child's loss. The ups and downs had almost driven her to an emotional breakdown, yet here was John, needling her with his words.

"John, don't go too far," she finally couldn't hold back, glaring at him fiercely. "It was you who got me pregnant. You are the one to blame if our baby is gone. Don't blame me for it."

She finished speaking sharply, lifted her foot to leave. However, sitting for so long had caused her legs to go numb. As a result, when her knee buckled, she instinctively reached out to grab John, but he dodged her and she fell hard to the ground.

She winced in pain, but John looked down on her from above. "You're not even sad, are you? Did you keep the child because it belongs to your lover? Your womb is a filthy place, and I would never let it bear my child."

"Jane, I never misjudged you. You're willing to sleep around and use your body like a public place. I will never let that dirty uterus of yours carry my child."