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Chapter 509

I didn't care about what he said. All my thoughts were focused on Anne. I followed Sawyer into Anne's

room. Everything was neatly arranged and decorated in pink, including the baby's bed and the

mosquito net.

Two men had been taking care of a baby, and the room was still clean and neat. I couldn't hide my

awe.

Anne probably just woke up. Lying in bed, her large, baby else darted around the room as she scanned

everything there.

Seeing that someone approached her, the little fellow giggled. The three-month-old was still very tiny

and her body was soft.

Sawyer saw me staring at the child with a grin. He suggested, "Why don't you feed her?"

He handed me the milk bottle that was in his hands. Then, he smiled and went out.

I held the milk bottle and did not move for a long time. There was an indescribable feeling in my heart.

In this world, the most wonderful thing was to await new life because they were a symbol of love and

hope continued.

I didn't know where Irvin buried my child. I didn't have the courage to see my child, let alone thinking

about it.

When I saw Anne, my heart softened and I burst into tears. I cried a mix of joy and pain, and the

tightening of my chest from this feeling made it hard to breathe.

When Ian came in, he noticed the tears rolling down my cheeks. He said, 'Anne is now your child.

Please take good care of her."

I nodded and my nose was sore. The baby was so tiny and I didn't dare to reach my hands out to hug

her.

I put the milk bottle beside her mouth. The little fellow was very clever, she sucked the nipple without

hesitation.

"Anne was a premature baby, so she can only take milk powder for now. She's much tinier than other

babies," Joe sighed.

I was appalled for a moment as I instinctively thought of myself, and how when Irvin brought me to the

hospital for my child to be taken out of me, I had breast milk within me.

As there was no further stimulation from nursing and no prolactin was produced, I too stopped

producing breast milk.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but glance at Ian. "Take me to the hospital tomorrow."

He was aghast and asked, "You're finally going to see the doctor?"

I shook my head and said, "No, I want to go to the gynecology department and ask the delivery room

doctor if I can induce lactation four months after giving birth. I want to ask them whether there's any

induction method."

All of a sudden, he opened his eyes widely and stared at me. "Are you..."

I nodded and said, "Anne is still young. Plus, I just gave birth to a baby, and had breast milk in me

before, but that stopped because prolactin was not produced due to a lack of stimulation from nursing.

I'll ask the doctor and perhaps we can find a way."

I was thinking of Anne as I came up with this suggestion. I didn't expect Ian's face would suddenly turn

red. He set eyes on me and asked, "Arianna, you don't see me as a man, do you?"

I was surprised for a moment and asked in confusion, "Why?"

He was speechless. "This is something private and personal. Is it appropriate to discuss with me?"

I shrugged. "Whafs wrong with that? I'm a woman who has given birth to a child. What else can you

fantasize about me? I see that you treat Sawyer pretty well, so why can't I discuss this with you?"

He was taken aback for a few seconds. Then, he stared at me and asked, "How did you know about

us?"

"I guessed!" I paused and said, "I thought that it was just a coincidence. But I noticed that he's always

with you when I visited and his gaze followed you all the time. I'm not stupid, so I figured it out."

He paused for a while and replied, "Won't you think that we're strange?"

"Why would I think that? The world is full of strange things, and although heterosexuals are thenovelbin

majority, it doesn't mean that the world has always been like this. Just because gays are the minorities,

it doesn't mean that it's wrong. As long you're happy, this bit of difference between you and others isn't

that big of a deal."

He stared at me, a red sheen appeared in his eyes. After a moment of silence, he suddenly hugged me

and said, "Arianna, thank you!"

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