Chapter 68 The Seed of Doubt
A pallor washed over Maggie's face as her legs gave way beneath her, compelling her to sink into the nearest chair.
"My baby..." she whispered to herself, her mind grappling with the inexplicable memory that had surfaced. She was left to ponder the origin of this haunting familiarity that had taken root in her mind. Was it a recollection of her own, or was it a scene she had witnessed somewhere before?
Confusion swirled within her, a rising tide of panic threatening to overwhelm her. Unbeknownst to her, a single tear escaped from the corner of her eye, tracing a wet path down her cheek.
A concerned voice broke through her turmoil. "What's wrong with you? Did something frighten you?" It was Ann's husband, his palms pressed together in a gesture of gratitude. "Thank you so much for today. I hope it didn't scare you."
Maggie looked up, her gaze distant. "I-I'm fine," she stammered, hastily wiping away the moisture from her cheek. It was only then that she noticed Ann had already been ushered into the delivery room.
"Thank you very much," Ann's husband expressed his gratitude once more, "You are the savior of my child and wife."
"It was just a small favor, making a phone call," Maggie replied, downplaying her role in the day's events.
Just then, the doctor appeared, beckoning Ann's husband to settle the necessary payments. "Alright," he turned to Maggie, "Please watch over her here, I'll go make the payment."
Maggie nodded in agreement, thus committing herself to an unexpected vigil at the hospital.
Her phone buzzed, pulling her attention away from her surroundings. It was Emily. "Maggie, where are you? Why haven't you come back yet? Selena is furious and looking for you."
Maggie quickly explained her situation, "A colleague in the sales department next door had a baby, so I followed them to the hospital. I'll be back soon, please cover for me."
"Well, you better hurry," Emily warned, her voice tinged with drama, "Selena is like an iceberg, I'm freezing."
Maggie chuckled, "Alright, I'll be back soon."
For the next hour, Maggie found herself immersed in the hustle and bustle of the hospital. Ann had given birth to a premature baby boy who, despite his early arrival, was in good health.
Ann herself was in high spirits, and together with her newborn, she was transferred back to her ward. Maggie followed them, her heart softening as she observed the tiny infant nestled in his crib. An indescribable emotion welled up within her at the sight of the newborn, a poignant blend of joy and sorrow that threatened to bring her to tears once more.
Noticing Maggie's work badge, Ann smiled, "Maggie? From the design department?"
Maggie tore her gaze away from the child, "Yes, in the design department. I just started today."
"Thank you for today. When the baby turns one month old, I will make him recognize you as his godmother. You are his lifesaver, after all."
Maggie was taken aback, "Ms. Smith, you are really too kind."
Ann asked, "What's wrong, don't you want to be the godmother?"
"Not at all." Maggie, who had a soft spot for children, replied, "The baby is very cute. I would be honored to be his godmother."
Ann laughed and said, "Alright then, there's no need to come to the baby's one-month celebration."
"Alright, Ms. Smith."
"Don't call me Ms. Smith. If you don't mind, just call me Ann."
Maggie smiled and said, "Alright, Ann."
Ann was a warm, open-hearted woman. As she looked at her sleeping baby, she mused, "This child is too impatient. He couldn't wait and came out early. Because of him, I missed the opportunity to become the sales department manager."
Despite her words, her tone and expression betrayed her deep affection for her child. Ann had been with the company for ten years and was on the cusp of a promotion. However, her early delivery had thrown a wrench in her plans, opening the door for her competitors to seize the opportunity.
As if on cue, Ann's husband walked in, "As long as you and the baby are safe, you can resign and stay at home. I will support both of you."
Maggie found his words eerily familiar, echoing Fiorello's sentiments from earlier that morning. For men, providing for their wives and children was a matter of pride, a responsibility they wore like a badge of honor.
Ann's husband hailed from a wealthy family and was not reliant on her income. However, Ann was a workaholic, a fiercely independent woman who had insisted on working throughout her pregnancy. She had planned to take maternity leave next month, but her impatient little one had other plans.
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