Chapter 210 The Child is Crying
'My child is still so young, only a few days old. How can I take the child to her death with me?' Isabella thought.
"Bella, the baby hasn't been named yet," Emma said. "Hold her and give her a name."
Isabella felt a sharp pain in her heart and tears streamed down her face. She jumped down from the windowsill and walked over.
Emma handed the baby to her. Isabella's eyes were glued to the baby's face.
Just as Isabella was about to take the baby, she felt a heavy blow to the back of her neck. Her mind buzzed, and she blacked out.
Leo reached out to catch her. "Isabella?"
He looked up, his eyes cold as he stared at Charles, who was retracting his hand.
"Isabella's just passed out, Mr. Anderson. No need to worry," Charles said calmly.
Leo picked Isabella up and placed her back on the bed. His fingers gently brushed her cheek, his eyes full of pain. "Leave the baby with her."
Charles nodded. "Mr. Anderson, I thought the same."
He gave Emma a look, and Emma handed the baby to Samantha.
Charles then instructed her,"Take good care of them. If anything happens to Isabella or the baby, your life will be over."
Samantha shivered, lowered her head, and carefully took the baby.
Isabella slept through the entire night. In her daze, she seemed to hear the sound of a baby crying. The sound seemed to be right next to her ear, yet also far away.
A vision of the baby's tender face flashed in Isabella's mind, and she suddenly woke up. She sat up straight in bed. "My baby!"
Samantha quickly handed the baby over.
Isabella stared at the baby for a second. Then she reacted, reaching out to take the swaddled baby and hold her tightly in her arms.
"Is this my baby?" Isabella asked Samantha.
Samantha nodded.
A trace of doubt crossed Isabella's mind. She hadn't seen the baby since giving birth. It was clear that Charles wanted to use the baby to control her.
But why was Charles willing to return the baby to her now? Was Charles afraid she would really jump, so he brought the baby back?
Isabella's mind was racing. The baby in her arms made a soft sound.
The child was still very young and couldn't yet speak, but the cooing sounds she made were the most enchanting melodies to Isabella.
As Isabella remembered Emma's words, she gave the baby a name, Stella Landon.
Isabella gently touched Stella's round cheeks, a tender smile appearing on her lips. "Sweetie."
It was late at night. Isabella stood by the window, holding the baby, and looked up at the crescent moon in the sky. She whispered, "Seb, this is our daughter. I named her Stella Landon, and her nickname is Sweetie. Do you think it sounds nice?"
Seb woke up from a nightmare. All he saw was darkness. He raised his hand, but he still couldn't see anything.
He was blind. Seb could accept this fact. But he couldn't accept that Isabella was dead.
These days, Seb's heart ached, whether he was awake or asleep.
He threw off the covers and tried to get out of bed, but because he couldn't see, he fell straight to the floor.
The door opened, and hurried footsteps approached. A soft hand supported his arm.
Seb grabbed the hand tightly, his empty eyes staring at the person. "Bella?"
The person stiffened and said, "It's me, Emily."
Seb was stunned. His senses had become dull. Maybe it was because he had just woken up, or maybe it was because of his blindness.
Otherwise, how could he not have smelled the difference between Emily and Isabella? Seb let go of her hand in despair.
"I'll help you up," Emily said.
Seb pulled his hand back and said coldly, "No need. You can go."
He stood up from the floor and groped his way forward.
Since losing his sight, Seb couldn't even tell where he was going. He had only taken two steps when Emily exclaimed, "Be careful."
Seb's knee hit the edge of the coffee table hard, and he fell to the ground.
"Seb!" Emily rushed over. "Where are you going? Let me help you."
"No!" Seb pushed her away, gritting his teeth as he stood up. Ignoring the pain in his knee, he continued to feel his way forward.
Emily thought Seb was trying to leave, but he was heading in the wrong direction.
She couldn't help but say, "Seb, you're going the wrong way. The door is over there."
But Seb seemed not to hear her, continuing to feel his way forward.
From the bed to the floor-to-ceiling window, a distance of just a few steps took Seb several minutes.
When his fingers finally touched the window, Seb's face lit up with joy. He opened the door and walked out.
Despite tripping over the clutter on the balcony multiple times, he never stopped, heading straight for the railing.
"Seb!" Emily rushed over and hugged his waist. "Seb, don't do anything rash! Isabella's death was an accident. You still have Zoe to take care of. Isabella wouldn't want to see you like this!"
Seb didn't move, standing still like a statue.
Emily cried for a while before realizing something was wrong.
Seb was looking up at the sky, his body tense like a stone.
Emily glanced up at the sky. "Seb, what are you looking at?"
Seb suddenly let out a soft laugh, as if talking to himself or to Emily. "Did you hear that?"
Emily held her breath and listened for a while but heard nothing. She couldn't help but ask, "Hear what?"
"The baby is crying."
Emily was stunned. Seb's simple words gave her goosebumps.
She grasped Seb's hand tightly and looked around.
The villa was surrounded by greenery, and it was very quiet, even during the day.
There was no sound of a baby crying!
"Seb, you're confused." Emily tried to pull him back inside, but Seb stood still, not moving an inch.
Emily had no choice but to stand quietly beside him.
Seb stood on the balcony for two hours, maintaining his posture of looking up at the sky, sometimes crying, sometimes laughing.
The breeze blew, and Emily felt a chill all over.
Two hours later, Seb fainted from the cold.
When the doctor arrived, Emily's unease grew.
She quietly went to the bathroom and made a phone call.
When the call connected, Emily immediately asked, "Is the baby dead?"
The person on the other end hesitated for a long time before saying, "It seems not."
Emily frowned. "What about Isabella?"
"Not sure."
Emily narrowed her eyes. "Looks like I've been played!"
At the Jose family, Nina had just entered the room when she smelled a familiar scent in the air.
A tall figure appeared at the door, snatched the doorknob from her hand, locked the door, and pulled her into an embrace.
The whole movement was done in one fluid motion.
