Lying back on the hospital bed, I stared at the ceiling, my chest filled with an unbearable emptiness.
I didn’t sleep a single moment that night.
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The next morning, Samuel, as usual, had his assistant buy me a nutritious meal.
I used to be touched by his thoughtfulness, believing that even when he wasn’t by my side, he still cared about my health.
It wasn't until I recalled him bustling around the kitchen last night, cooking for Xandra, that I realized it was all just for show.
I finally understood—this wasn’t love. It was just routine. A meaningless gesture.
Compared to genuine affection, money was worthless.
Seeing that I hadn’t taken a single bite, Samuel frowned, his voice filled with concern, "Lydia, why aren’t you eating? Does it not suit your taste?"
"It’s nothing. I just miss the baby," I replied coldly.
Samuel chuckled. "Oh, you mean Apollo? I miss him too. I never understood before, but now that I’m a father, I realize—I don’t want to be apart from him for even a second. Our Apollo is the most adorable child in the world."
"Mom is over the moon now that she has a grandson. She’s been celebrating at the old house. Let’s go pick Apollo up later."