If You Could Hear My Heart-Chapter 922 - Shen Chi Wheres My Baby

Chapter 922: Chapter 922: Shen Chi, Where’s My Baby?

Chapter 922: Chapter 922: Shen Chi, Where’s My Baby?

“I feel the same,” the butler said, the frustration that had been building up in his chest now escaping, finally feeling daring enough to share a thing or two with Old Cheng.

“Sit down,” Old Cheng directed, pointing to a bench outside.

The butler sat down next to him on the bench, the door of the room separating the inside from the outside.

“Old Cheng, what do you think, can the child be saved?” asked the butler anxiously.

“I just heard from that nurse, a 20% chance. It’s… quite small…”

“We can only leave it to fate,” the butler, feeling helpless, said, “In situations like these, we can’t be of any help. If it indeed turns out to be a bad outcome, we can only pray that Chaomu and Young Master Shen can get along amicably. After all, they will have children eventually.”

“That may be, but there’s a bond between a parent and their child. What will Chaomu do…” Old Cheng shook his head.

“That’s my biggest concern too. I’m afraid the girl will have an outburst. I don’t know if Young Master Shen will be able to calm her. But considering the current situation between them, it looks challenging,” the butler admitted, lacking confidence.

“Should we do something?” asked Old Cheng.

“When Chaomu wakes up, she is sure to be distressed by anything she sees. Chaomu is quite fond of Wealth; maybe I should have someone bring Wealth over,” the butler said, feeling powerless.

“That could work,” Old Cheng nodded.

“I’ll call Waterside Pavilion right now.”

The butler made a phone call to the servants at Waterside Pavilion, explaining the situation and instructing them to keep it a strict secret.

“Old Cheng, who do you think the father of the child really is?” the butler asked after finishing the call.

“I am not sure. If it were Nie Chenglang, he would have gone to great lengths to get the child back, right? But you’ve seen, after Chaomu returned to the country several months ago, it’s like Nie Chenglang has given up,” Old Cheng analyzed.

“That’s what I’m thinking too. In that case, there must be someone else who is the father of the child.”

“Let’s not worry about that. In the eyes of Young Master Shen, it is his child,” Old Cheng said.

“But… can Young Master Shen really feel no discomfort in his heart? Do you think this accident with the child could be related to Young Master Shen?” whispered the butler.

“Impossible,” Old Cheng said emphatically, “Young Master Shen is not that type of person. If he had done such a thing, Chaomu would never forgive him. Not just unforgive, she would have the heart to kill him.”

“I was just speaking my mind.”

“You can’t talk carelessly about such things. Think about it, if Young Master Shen really didn’t want the child, why wait until the child is over seven months old to do anything?” Old Cheng said.

The butler nodded, realizing she had been overthinking it. But Chaomu had always been healthy, going for regular check-ups. Why would she have a premature birth?

“Stay calm, stay calm. Don’t overthink it. At times like this, the more you think, the more chaotic it gets. It might be better to ask the doctor if there are any postpartum medications necessary, and what to do for postpartum recovery,” Old Cheng advised.

“You’re right. I’ll take Yunyun and Xiaoyue to ask,” she said.

“Go ahead, I’ll keep watch here,” said Old Cheng.

After the butler left with the two maids, the room remained silent, the sun quietly shining on the floor. The hospital was very quiet in the afternoon; only the sound of the air conditioning could be heard in the room.

Standing by the window, Shen Chi could even hear his own heartbeat, chaotic, barely holding together.

His eyes were red, a faint mist covering his deep-set eyes. Looking into the distance, the buildings far away seemed to be fractured and shattered.

He did not know how long he had stood there when he finally turned away, stepped towards Xu Chaomu’s bed.

The medicine inside the IV bottle had gone down by half. He sat by the bed, covering her small hand with his large one.

Her hand was very cold, like a piece of ice, utterly devoid of warmth.

“Mumu…” he called out to her, his voice low and deep.

Xu Chaomu had no reaction, and her complexion was much better than when she had just come out of the delivery room, gradually gaining a bit of color, but it was still heart-wrenching.

Shen Chi’s warm, large hand rested on the back of hers, unwilling to let go.

With his other hand, he swept away the stray hairs on her forehead, caressing her face with compassion.

His finger glided over her face, the warmth touching the cold, sending tremors through his heart, as if someone was gouging it out with a knife, bit by bit, piercing to the bone.

She didn’t wake up, so he kept watch by her side.

On a winter evening, the sun showed early signs of setting, its afterglow casting an orange hue on the high-rise buildings outside; the buildings and grass were tinged with a layer of orange-yellow.

This color was warm, as if the earth was coated with a layer of crushed gold.

Despite the withering leaves and the decay of all things outside the window, the warmth of the sunset added a few touches of vitality to everything.

The sun sank inch by inch, down to the middle of the high-rise, and then, slowly, to the bottom.

Shen Chi had not left Xu Chaomu’s side, waiting for her to wake up.

Finally, when the medicine in the IV bottle was about to run out, Xu Chaomu’s hand moved.

Shen Chi was highly alert, every nerve in his body tightened as she moved.

When he looked at her, Xu Chaomu’s eyelashes trembled lightly, akin to the delicate wings of a butterfly.

“Mumu…” Shen Chi tightened his grip on her hand.

Xu Chaomu opened her eyes; she had woken up.

Just now… it seemed like she had slept for a very, very long time, she had never fallen asleep like that before, so deeply that she couldn’t hear a sound from the outside world.

All she knew was that she had had a long dream.

In the dream, there was a sunset, the sea, and green grass… all were beautiful, very beautiful things.

Now, as she opened her eyes, the person who appeared before her was Shen Chi.

His facial contours were deep, his features three-dimensional, his unfathomable eyes filled with red blood vessels, his eye sockets slightly red, and his complexion dark.

She moved her hand, realizing… she was on an IV drip, and her body was so cold.

“Mumu, you’ve finally woken up,” Shen Chi said hoarsely.

He didn’t know what to say; he was a man of few words, only in front of Xu Chaomu did he see a different side of himself, but now, he seemed to have forgotten how to speak in her presence.

Xu Chaomu moved her body slightly, and it was then she remembered—her baby had been born prematurely; this wasn’t a dream.

“My… where’s the baby…” Xu Chaomu frowned, gripping Shen Chi’s hand with some urgency.

In the delivery room, she had passed out, and she couldn’t remember what had happened afterward.

All she knew was that when she was lying in the delivery room, there was nothing but endless pain.

She was in so much pain that her consciousness blurred, completely unaware of what the doctors and nurses were saying, only knowing that they had given her anesthesia.

Now, as she moved gently, she didn’t expect that her body would still be in pain, especially around her stomach.

Where was her baby? Where was her baby?

She grabbed Shen Chi’s hand in a panic, her forehead tightly furrowed, deeply distressed, and her complexion turned pale in an instant.

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“Shen Chi, where is my baby?” she yelled at him with all her strength, her face full of anxiety.