Chapter 14

As Lydia's words echoed in my mind, I couldn't help but feel determined to prove to Ransom that I was different from his ex-fiancée. I longed for a complete and happy family, and I believed that we could achieve that together.

"Can I hold my granddaughter?" her mother's voice interrupted my thoughts, filled with joy.

"Of course, mom," I replied, returning her smile.

Watching Ransom dance with our baby, while my dad comforted her, filled me with happiness. Mother and I exchanged smiles, appreciating the love between Dianna and her husband.

"They make a lovely couple. Dianna is truly blessed," her mother commented, a hint of envy in her voice.

I squeezed my mother's hand, understanding her pain from my father's abandonment. I wanted to bring her peace and happiness.

"Are you alright, mom?" I inquired.

"I am, Mila. I wish you and Ransom a strong relationship, unlike mine," she responded earnestly.

"I promise to take care of our family, mom. I want our daughter to have a loving father by her side," I reassured her.

"What if Ransom turns out like your father?" she questioned, her concern evident.

I paused, contemplating her words before replying, "Ransom is not like my father. I trust him to be a wonderful father to our daughter."

"I'll hold you to that, Mila," she said with a smile, squeezing my hand.

Suddenly, Ransom's mother's panicked scream pierced the air, causing my heart to race with fear.

I sprang up in shock and felt a surge of pain shoot through my body. Ransom's mother's urgent words left me disoriented. I watched as the doctor swiftly carried my son out of the room, followed by Ransom's parents.

My heart raced and my chest tightened. The trembling sensation was overwhelming.

"Mom, my baby girl," I sobbed.

"Take a deep breath, Mila. Baby Yumi will be alright," my mother reassured me.

Tears streamed down my face uncontrollably. My mother held me close, comforting me. She always had a way of calming me down.

"Everything will work out. Trust me, dear," she whispered softly.

Despite her reassuring words, I could sense the worry in her eyes. My mother was strong, unlike me, who was easily shaken.

"I hope so, mom," I replied, my voice filled with emotion.

Her embrace provided some solace, easing the weight of my anxiety. I anxiously waited for Ransom's parents to return, eager to know about my daughter's condition.

I pleaded with my mother to help me go see my daughter.

Ransom's parents arrived shortly after. I felt a wave of relief when they reassured me that baby Yumi was in stable condition. I thanked God for answering my prayers.

"The doctor mentioned that there's nothing to worry about. Baby Yumi's condition is stable now," Ransom's mother informed me.

"But why was she shaking earlier, Mom? What happened to her?" I inquired.

"The doctor mentioned it was a minor infection that was promptly addressed. Baby Yumi is still under observation due to being premature, but the doctor is ensuring she'll be fine," Ransom's mother explained.

I felt a sense of calm wash over me at her words. I couldn't wait to inform Ransom about our daughter's condition.

"Have you tried calling Ransom?" I asked.

"I couldn't reach him, his phone seems to be turned off," his mother replied.

"He probably left it in his car again. He tends to forget, even when we're together in Singapore. But I'm sure he'll come here soon. The important thing is that our baby is okay," his father reassured.

"Can I see my daughter?" I requested.

"I really want to see her," I added.

"You're not ready to stand yet, Mila," my mother intervened.

"She can use a wheelchair to visit her daughter. I remember when Ransom was born, Dianna was in a similar situation. Right, dear?" his father chimed in with a smile.

"Yes, I remember that too, dear. It's nice that you still recall," Ransom's mother replied with a smile.

My mother helped me into a wheelchair and we made our way to where my daughter was.

As we entered the room, I saw my daughter in the incubator with patches on her chest. My heart ached seeing her like that, and tears welled up in my eyes.

"Why does she have patches on her chest?" I asked, filled with concern.

Don't worry, Camilla. The doctor assured us that baby Yumi will be fine. Those patches are just for monitoring her condition," Ransom's mother comforted me.

"When do you think she'll be out of the incubator?" I asked anxiously.

"The doctor couldn't give a definite time yet. But he's confident that baby Yumi will recover soon. Let's keep praying for her quick recovery," she replied.

As I watched my daughter, I couldn't help but feel restless. It's still painful to see her sick. I wish I could take her place, bear the pain for her.

"You should go back to your room and rest, Camilla. You need to take care of yourself too," Dad advised gently.

"But I can't leave Yumi alone, Dad. I want to stay here," I insisted.

"Camilla, please listen. You can't afford to fall ill. Go back to your room and rest," he persuaded.

I took a deep breath, realizing he was right. I needed to rest to stay healthy for my daughter. When she wakes up, she'll need me by her side, to feed her.

After some time, they bid goodbye, explaining they had other responsibilities to attend to. They promised to return the next day, and I expressed my gratitude.

"Even though we wish to stay longer, we have to take care of our work," Dad said calmly.

"It's alright, Mom, Dad," I replied with a smile.

"Thank you for being here," I expressed my gratitude, smiling.

"It's our duty, Camilla. Take care of yourself, okay?" he said softly.

"Yes, Dad. I'll be fine," I reassured him with a smile.

He returned the smile and left the room. Mom and I exchanged a glance, both smiling.

"Mr. Crosby is such a kind man. I hope Ransom takes after him," my mother remarked.

"Dad is really kind. I'm lucky to have them as my in-laws, Mom. And yes, Ransom is truly fortunate to have him as a father," I replied.