Consuela realized how capable the young man was, so she decided to concentrate on her own matter first. Then she turned around and quickly walked towards her bedroom.
She didn't turn on the wall lamp, but saw the girl sleeping very well under the moonlight. Most of the baby was like her after she closed her eyes which looked like Richie's.
She had no idea what the other child looked like.
Tears rolled down Consuela's cheeks then she swallowed them down.
Maybe the boy's eyes and brows looked more like Richie's, but maybe his eyes were inherited from her. Maybe the boy just resembled Richie.
The more she thought about it, the more upset she felt.
Consuela took a deep breath and lifted the kid up to her bed. She didn't want her to wake up alone. She felt completely at ease when she slept with the baby in her arms.
Although she was like a dead pig when she fell asleep, there was still a little comfort.
"Baby, it's my fault. I didn't protect you well. I'm sorry."
The next morning, the baby was picked up by the nursing worker to exercise on time.
Consuela got up from the bed, and she was in a trance when she saw what she was like in the mirror.
Her eyes got red and swollen, and her hair was in a mess like a bird's nest. In addition, she looked tired, which gave her a strange feeling.
She shook her head and began to wash her face. She picked up some powder to cover the tiredness on her face, but her eyes were a little red and swollen which was difficult to hide.
It was so suspicious of her if she put on the sunglasses at this time.
She went downstairs absentmindedly until a servant came and asked her to have breakfast. Her eyelids twitched when she saw they were all at the table.
Her sister went to work early and she liked to dress up every time, as if she wanted to compare everything with others, so the times of seeing her on the breakfast table was quite few.
For her father, sometimes he did not choose to have breakfast at home. Only her mother appeared at home, which was not so surprising
and Linda.
Both of them were calm, but there was a hint of worry in their eyes. They put down the tableware unconsciously, as if they were really worried about her.
If they were really worried about her, they wouldn't have cooperated with others to take the baby away.
Consuela managed to hold back her tears. The more she thought about it, the more worried she got. She hastily stood up and said, "I'm sorry. I'm full. I'll go upstairs to see the baby first."
After saying that, she stood up and ran upstairs directly, without caring about the eyes of the other people in the room. She was in a daze for two seconds when she met a servant who handed her ice bag, and then she expressed her gratitude to the servant.
Sheryl looked at the pieces of the beef steak cut by the woman next to her with her head lowered, and her eyes involuntarily show a touch of coldness.
She said she was full, but she didn't try anything. Sheryl really wanted to give her a good beating.
Then Sheryl made a slight sneer which drew the elder's eyes. She furrowed her eyebrows and said in a low voice, "Dad, mom, look at Consuela. The loss of her baby has a great impact on her. If she continues like this for a long time, she will probably suffer from postpartum depression..."
"What nonsense are you talking about? Consuela is a pleasant woman. Eat first and talk less."