Chapter 2 She Could Hear It

• Am I hearing things?
• There's no baby in this room, is there?
• Then, her eyes landed on the only baby in the room.
• 'Dear Mother, I still have a chance. Hurry up! Save me … ' Yang Yuting was just about to be taken out of the delivery room.
• "Wait!" Her mother suddenly spoke up.
• "Bring the baby over here." Zhang Ling sat up straight, her tears still apparent on her face, but her expression was stern.
• The nanny and the midwife exchanged a glance, frozen in place.
• "Madam, a dead baby brings bad luck. It might bring bad luck to you." The two of them knelt on the ground.
• "Hu Yue, bring the baby here quickly!" Zhang Ling's heart was racing, and she felt unsettled, as if she was about to lose something.
• In her haste, she got off the delivery bed.
• Feeling weak, she almost stumbled to the ground.
• The maid, Hu Yue, hurried to pick up the baby. "Madam, please lie down. Let me do it! You've just been through a lot. You can't risk moving around."
• As she held the baby close, she felt the warmth radiating from her tiny body. Her whole frame shook as she glanced down.
• Suddenly, she saw the baby's face, purple and bruised, with marks around her neck that stood out.
• "Madam!!"
• "Miss is alive!"
• Hu Yue exclaimed, quickly taking the baby back.
• Zhang Ling lowered her gaze to see her daughter tearfully looking up at her.
• Tears streamed down her face as she coughed and cried at the same time.
• "So unlucky … Sob, sob. So unlucky. Strangled right after birth … Cough, cough."
• The scariest thing wasn't being strangled.
• But the entire family was being wiped out!
• If she didn't die now, she'd die sooner or later!
• A threat hung over her head, ready to wipe out her entire family.
• D*mn! Life was as bitter as bitter gourd!
• It seemed like she had been reborn, as if her nature was gradually returning to its origin, truly resembling a newborn baby.
• Zhang Ling's hands trembled, her body slightly stiff, both shocked and scared.
• "D*mn it! Who gave you the guts to lay hands on the child!" Zhang Ling was weak but couldn't help but kick the nanny hard in the chest.
• "Drag them away. Interrogate them thoroughly!"
• "Miss Yang suffered unjustly since birth. Interrogate that old woman thoroughly to find out who sent her! Madam had never made enemies with anyone, yet someone dared to be so ruthless!" Hu Yue trembled with anger. They almost strangled Miss Yang to death.
• Just thinking about it sent shivers down her spine!
• The two of them were dragged away, wailing and screaming.
• Zhang Ling lowered her head to look at her daughter in her arms. She had given birth to three children, but none of them were as fair and delicate as the one in her arms.
• Her eyes were big and teary, and when she looked at her mother, she grinned with her toothless mouth, showing her gums, smiling with her eyebrows raised.
• Her child was nearly harmed right under her nose.
• 'Mother is so pretty, so beautiful … Mother, kiss.'
• Is the voice I heard just my imagination?
• The voice was intermittent, somewhat unclear, and a bit fuzzy.
• Sometimes, she could hear it, and sometimes, it was unclear.
• She observed the maid's expression, and it seemed only she could hear it.
• 'Thank goodness Mother saved me. Or you'd be raising the enemy's daughter. Then she'd kill you … ' Yang Yuting blew a bubble.