Pregnant Cultivator, Doted by Big Boss

Not far away, a woman with a basket on her arm held a long, thin white cane, tapping it gently on the ground as she slowly felt her way forward.

The woman’s clothes were worn and faded, but she herself was immaculate. Her face, however, was etched with the hardships of time. Streaks of white ran through the hair tied back behind her head, and her gray-white eyes were devoid of light. Her features suggested she was a gentle and kind woman.

The woman couldn’t see Celeste Grant and the others, so she continued tapping her cane, cautiously making her way toward them.

Just then, Celeste Grant saw Nana Warren’s line of kinship connect with the blind woman’s. The line, which had been faint, suddenly flared with a bright light.

She glanced from the woman to Leo, who was standing beside her. She was certain now: they were mother and daughter. Leo and the blind woman had a striking resemblance around the eyes; anyone who saw them together would know they were related.

Nana Warren, standing beside Celeste Grant, fixed her gaze on the woman not far ahead, watching as she used her cane to make her way closer.

This was her birth mother.

’Is that... my mother?’

Nana Warren had told herself she no longer cared. Even when she’d first heard she might still have living relatives, she had remained calm. So why did her heart now feel like it was being crushed by a heavy stone?

Her palms began to sweat as she stood frozen in place, watching the woman draw nearer. There were so many questions she wanted to ask, so many things she needed to clarify. But at that moment, she couldn’t think of a single thing to say.

Nana Warren had imagined meeting her birth parents countless times. She’d even planned what she would say if she’d been abandoned—she would tell them how well she was doing, just to make them regret it. But she had never, ever imagined it would be like this.

Celeste Grant reached out and gently patted Leo’s shoulder. "Go on. Get some answers. Maybe it was all a misunderstanding."

Leo nodded and took two steps forward. Just then, the woman reached her, her cane tapping against Leo’s leg.

"Um..."

As she spoke, the blind woman stopped short. She took a step back and bowed hastily. "Oh, I’m so sorry! I’m terribly sorry, I didn’t see you there."

Seeing Leo standing stiffly in silence, Celeste Grant stepped forward with a gentle smile. "It’s no problem at all."

The woman offered a faint smile and nodded at them.

"Thank you."

With that, she started to walk around them, her cane once again tapping the ground as she prepared to leave. But Celeste Grant stopped her. "Ma’am, please wait a moment."

The woman stopped and turned her head in Celeste Grant’s direction. Though she couldn’t see, she politely faced them as if to listen.

"Young lady, were you calling for me?"

"Yes," Celeste Grant said with a nod. "I’m here with my friend. She has something to ask you."

As she spoke, she noticed the figures of Javier Sinclair and his son appear on the side of the road not far away. The two were huddled together, whispering as they looked in their direction.

Celeste Grant gently pulled Nana Warren forward.

Leo glanced at the woman and said, "Hello. Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Nana Warren." She had to stop herself from habitually adding that she was a lawyer.

In the past, she could stand in the courtroom and argue with an eloquence that left opposing counsel defenseless. But now, facing the mother she had never met, she felt completely at a loss.

Hearing her, the woman responded politely, "Hello. Is there something I can help you with?"

’No matter what, I have to get to the bottom of this.’

Steeling herself, Nana Warren asked, "Excuse me, but did you give birth to a daughter twenty-eight years ago?"

As soon as the words left her mouth, the blind woman’s hand on her cane froze. A wary expression crossed her face, overlaid with a deep, guarded sadness. She took a step back. "Who are you? Why are you asking about this?"

’My tone was too harsh,’ Nana Warren thought, feeling a little embarrassed. ’I think I scared her.’

"I don’t mean any harm," she said. "I just want to understand the situation."

Seeing that she truly meant no harm, the blind woman lowered her head. When she looked up again, her face was a mask of pain, as if she couldn’t bear to speak of the matter.

"It’s... not a secret, I suppose. I did give birth to a daughter all those years ago. But my poor girl... she died right after she was born. Why are you digging this up?"

At the mention of the child, the woman’s eyes reddened, and tears streamed from her sightless eyes.

"How do you know about this?"

Before Nana Warren could reply, Celeste Grant, who was standing to the side, couldn’t resist asking, "Are you absolutely sure your daughter died? Could there have been a mistake? Perhaps your child didn’t die after all."

The blind woman froze at her words, muttering, "Not dead?" She lowered her head. "Young lady, you must be joking. If only my poor daughter were still alive... that would be the most wonderful thing in the world."

"My baby stopped breathing in my arms not long after she was born. I don’t know how you found out about this... or maybe you’re some kind of livestreamer trying to get views. If you are, please, I’m begging you, have some mercy. Let her rest in peace. Please."

As she spoke, she bowed deeply to them.

It was clear this mother adored her child, which meant there could only be one truth. The baby she believed had died was not her biological daughter; her real child must have been switched at birth.

Celeste Grant realized this, and so did Nana Warren, the lawyer. ’If that’s what really happened,’ Nana thought, ’I will never let the person who did this get away with it.’

Nana Warren looked at the broken woman before her, who thought they were just here for online clout, begging them not to disturb her daughter’s spirit.

At that thought, she finally asked the question she had carried with her her entire life. "Would you ever abandon your own daughter?"

The woman stiffened, her grief instantly turning to rage. "What are you talking about?! Get out! All of you, get out! How could I ever abandon my own daughter? I didn’t have enough time to love her, to dote on her... It’s a shame she never even got the chance to call me ’Mama.’ I never got to buy her the prettiest dresses or tie her hair in little braids... my daughter... my daughter..." The memory seemed to break her. "She just... stopped breathing... right there in my arms, and then she was gone."

As she spoke, the woman completely broke down. She waved her hands feebly, trying to cry but unable to produce a sound, only a raw, keening wail. It was the sound of a person in absolute, soul-crushing agony.

Seeing the blind woman in such a state, Nana Warren clutched at her chest as tears streamed down her own face.

’Is this that bond between a mother and her child? Even though we were separated at birth and only met again after so many years, I can still feel it... a mother’s love.’