Pregnant Cultivator, Doted by Big Boss

"I passed out right after giving birth. I was taken to the hospital, and when I woke up, my sister-in-law and I were both in the hospital ward. Our babies were lying in the small cribs beside us." She even remembered feeling touched at the time, thinking about how her sister-in-law, despite being so weak herself, had gotten out of bed to help her through the delivery.

As she said this, the realization dawned on her. "So it was her... She was the one who switched my daughter, wasn’t she? But why would she do something like that?"

Hearing this, Nana Warren had already figured it out. "Is that even a question? How did that daughter of yours die?"

Hearing this, Mae Grant froze for a moment before speaking. "My daughter was diagnosed with a congenital heart defect right after she was born." As she finished, Mae Grant seemed to understand everything in a flash. Her eyes widened and her hands trembled. "Why? Why would she do this to me?"

Nana Warren clenched her fists.

’How utterly depraved. Absolutely heartless.’

Celeste Grant sighed and said, "I think I have a general understanding of the situation now. Back then, was your family’s financial situation decent?" Mae Grant nodded. "Yes. We had just finished paying off our mortgage. When we found out the baby needed urgent surgery, her father and I discussed it and sold our house." After all, they could always earn more money, but their child was their life.

"In that case, everything is clear. Your sister-in-law likely knew ahead of time that her child had health problems. Knowing your family was well-off, she swapped her child for yours, confident you would stop at nothing to get treatment for the baby."

At this, Nana Warren’s fists clenched in anger.

’Worse than an animal.’

’I’ve handled so many lawsuits and seen all sorts of bizarre incidents. I’ve always believed that truth is stranger than fiction, so I’ve always managed to stay calm. But I never imagined that one day, I’d be at the center of the drama myself. That this switched-at-birth plot would happen to me, and that I would be the child who was switched.’

’Whenever I see situations like this in novels or TV shows where the characters actually forgive the perpetrator, I find it ridiculous. A child’s life affects an entire family. How could anyone possibly forgive that?’

’Despicable.’

At that moment, Leo was furious.

’I will absolutely never forgive them.’

But Mae Grant was no longer concerned with those details. She was now grasping the most important point. ’This Nana Warren might really be her daughter.’ Which meant the baby who had died might not have been her biological child.

This meant her daughter was still alive. Her daughter was still alive. "Is... is this real? My daughter is really still alive?" Her hands trembled slightly as she uttered a choked sound, as if she couldn’t get the words out.

Nana Warren watched her pitiful mother, tears streaming down her face.

’So my mother did love me.’

’I was wrong about her.’

"Mom."

She reached out and hugged the woman in front of her.

"It’s true. I really am your daughter... *sob*... I missed you so much, Mom. I always thought I didn’t have a mother. Do you know how envious I was every time I saw other people with their moms? I was so, so envious. I always wanted to know what my mother looked like, and why she didn’t want me."

Hearing her words, hearing her cry, Mae Grant hurriedly tried to comfort her.

"No... I didn’t abandon you."

"Mommy didn’t abandon you."

"My daughter... *sob sob*... my daughter."

At that moment, Mae Grant was completely convinced.

The young woman before her, the one who resembled her so closely, was her biological daughter.

With a trembling hand, she reached out to touch her hair, her face, wanting to confirm if this was real.

"Don’t... don’t cry, child. Mommy didn’t abandon you. Mommy couldn’t love you enough. I didn’t know... I didn’t know my own daughter had been switched at birth." She couldn’t bear to imagine what her daughter must have gone through all these years.

"You said you grew up in an orphanage."

"Yes. The director said I was abandoned at the orphanage gates when I was two months old."

Hearing this, Mae Grant clutched her chest in anguish.

"Two months... two months old." ’Wasn’t that right around the time her daughter passed away and they handled the funeral arrangements?’

"How could she be so vicious? Chloe Zane, you are so cruel, so heartless."

Back then, her sister-in-law had gone on a trip, claiming she had returned the child to its father. She said she was going to marry someone else and didn’t plan on raising the baby.

’So that’s how it was! So that’s how it was!’

’Returned the baby to its father? Lies, it was all lies. It was only because the baby wasn’t her biological child that she didn’t want to raise it, so she threw it away. And what was I doing? Crying my eyes out every day, thinking about my dead daughter.’

’What a joke.’

’This is all such a joke.’

Mae Grant’s heart ached so much she could barely breathe. The thought that she had bankrupted her family to save someone else’s daughter while her own had been abandoned was unbearable.

No one can understand a mother’s feelings; only another mother could. That was her own flesh and blood, being trampled on by someone else like that.

"I’m sorry... I’m so sorry. Mommy failed to protect you."

"I’m sorry... *sob sob*..."

Perhaps the shock was too much, for Mae Grant’s vision went black and she fainted.

"Mom!"

"It’s nothing. She just fainted from the shock."

As she spoke, Celeste Grant rose from her stool. She walked over and simply raised a hand to use magic—after all, this was her area of expertise.

Mae Grant quickly regained consciousness.

When she woke, she instinctively grabbed Nana Warren, who was beside her. Seeing she was still there, she seemed to let out a sigh of relief and muttered, "She’s still here... I’m not dreaming. She’s warm."

Nana Warren hugged her.

"Mom, don’t be afraid. I’m still here."

Watching the mother and daughter reunite, Celeste Grant felt it was no longer appropriate for her family to stay. At that thought, she gestured to her husband and son.

"You two, let’s go."

She said, looking at Leo.

"Leo, you and your mother must have a lot to talk about now that you’re reunited. We’ll get going, so you two can talk."

Nana Warren stood up, wiped her tears, and then dropped to her knees, hugging Celeste’s legs. "Miss, thank you. Thank you." ’What did I ever do to deserve meeting such a kind person?’

As she spoke, she turned to look at Javier Sinclair and his son.

"Young Master, and Boss, thank you. Your family are truly good people. It is the blessing of three lifetimes to have met you."

Aaron Sinclair waved his hand dismissively.

"Get up! Good people? Ha! Our family is anything but."

Javier Sinclair nodded slightly and said subconsciously, "I’m no ’good person’ either." He loathed the term ’good person’ more than anything. ’Good people die young, but villains live for a thousand years.’

The father and son exchanged a look and let out a cold, sinister cackle. HEH HEH HEH.

Their expressions said it all.

Of course, Leo wouldn’t know what the father and son were thinking. Only Celeste Grant walked over, grabbed one in each hand, and started dragging them away. "You two can stop your sinister cackling. Come with me."

In a flash, the family of three vanished from the humble room, leaving behind a relatively calm Leo and her utterly shocked biological mother.