He Is Not My Child

Right after she finished sitting her month, the first thing Hazel had to do was to visit her son in the hospital.

The baby boy was already becoming white and fat. He would be discharged from the hospital and reunited with his parents in two days.

At this moment, he seemed to hear the voice of his mommy and daddy. He quickly opened his beautiful big eyes and looked around. The nurse carefully took the baby out of the incubator and handed it to Hazel.

Looking at the little baby in her arms, the maternal love in Hazel's chest was like a torrent of river water, which could never be used up.

She took her son into the nursing room. This time, he didn't need a breast feeder. He could have a good meal.

She stared at her son in her arms without blinking and doting. He was not like Mili who looked like her mother a lot or Dot who looked like Zac a lot. His eyes and brows were really like Walt's words, just like Abel when he was young.