Chapter 108
Chapter 108:
“She died just yesterday. But what do you need me to do? I’ll do anything to help ease the loss of your child, so please tell me what you want from me,” he said.
“I want you to provide every file she worked on, especially those related to baby deliveries,” I said.
“I will have them brought here right away,” he said obediently, placing a call to someone.
“Here they are, Alpha,” he said as the nurses brought in several files for us to check.
“Let’s just look at the ones she worked on the same year I lost my daughter—they were age mates,” I said.
We searched through the files, and for some reason, I had to join them in the search. I’m beginning to hope that my daughter is still alive somewhere. If Emily survived and tried to find her parents, then I should try to find my daughter as well.
“Why is there no record of my family? Our child’s birth isn’t registered here, nor is my name anywhere. Why is that?” I asked, puzzled.
“What’s going on? Did you not bring all the files?” one of the nurses asked, looking agitated.
“Actually, sir, Nurse Beth took one of the files with her the day she died. She promised to return it the next day before she passed,” the nurse said shakily.
“Why would she take something confidential home without informing me?” he asked, banging his fist on the table.
“Since we’re unable to find anything valuable here, can we look into the CCTV footage from back then, if anyone is available?” Emily asked.
“Yes, we have everything from thirty years ago, so that’s not a problem,” he said, getting up, and we followed suit.
“Isn’t that Luna Vivienne?” Tristan asked, pointing at the computer screen, making me look forward.
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“That’s the day my daughter was born. She probably came to see her friend,” I said, smiling as I remembered the happiness I felt that day.
“And that’s Nurse Beth,” Emily said, looking shocked. Her guess was right—they both had something together and had known each other for years.
Nurse Beth entered my wife’s ward, injected her, and carried the baby to Luna Vivienne, who gave her an envelope in exchange for doing that.
“Does this mean Vivienne took our child from us? What for exactly?” I asked softly.
“Can you zoom in on the baby’s face?” Emily requested, pulling out an old picture from her pocket.
“That is me. She took me when I was just an infant. So my parents never abandoned me—she took me. No, she literally stole a child with the help of that nurse,” she said, crying.
“Does that mean you are my…?” I asked, trying to hold back the tears that were threatening to fall.
“And all this while, you were my father. I grew up thinking my parents abandoned me, but I had no idea that the woman who called me cursed—the woman who reminded me that I was cursed at every opportunity—actually took me away from my parents,” she said.
“No, Emily, we don’t hate you. You are a blessing to us. We’ve never considered you to be a curse. Your coming into our lives brought nothing but blessings to us. Your mother died when she couldn’t bear the pain of losing a child,” I said, hugging her tightly to myself.