I had just finished feeding my newborn son and was about to close my eyes for ten minutes.
Suddenly, a line of on-screen comments floated before me.
[Don’t sleep.]
[You and your sister-in-law gave birth at the same hospital on the same day. Her baby boy has a genetic disorder.]
[She doesn’t want to pay for his treatment, and she’s afraid the He family will find out she had a sick child.]
[So tonight, she’s going to switch her sick baby with yours.]
[Your family has set up a medical and education trust worth tens of millions for their grandson. As soon as “your child” is diagnosed with a serious illness, the money will be available.]
[Three years later, you’ll spend all your savings trying to save him, but fail. In the end, you’ll die of grief.]
I froze in my hospital bed.
The next second, the ward door swung open.
My sister-in-law, Shen Lu, stood in the doorway holding another baby boy, smiling gently despite her exhaustion.
“Zhining, how lucky that our babies were born on the same day. The studio says they’ll take newborn footprints for a keepsake album for free. I’ll have Sister Tang, the nanny, take them over together.”
The comments instantly flooded my view.
[Don’t let them touch him!]
[If they take him away, the baby they bring back won’t be yours!]
I grabbed the swaddle and looked up at her.
“No one touches my son.”
1. I: 1! /