All Chapters of Nurturing the CEO's Baby: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

As the night went on, rain poured down hard.Lightning flickered through the window, ready to zap anything in sight.In the darkness, a young woman hugged her baby tight, as tears rolled down her face.Even with the thunder booming all around, Ellie Bishop stayed calm and fearless.All she could think about was her son who was burning with a high fever.She had already fed her son the fever medicine given by the midwife, but it hadn't brought down his temperature.“Nick?”Ellie held back her tears while hugging her pale baby. Every few minutes, she would place her index finger under her son's nose to ensure he was still breathing.She called her husband repeatedly, but he didn't pick up.Most of her neighbors were out for the weekend, spending time with their families.Her residential area was remote, far from bustling activity. On either side of the road, dense forests stretched endlessly.To make matters worse, her husband had recently swapped her smart phone to an old mod

What Wendy did shocked everyone there. Simon immediately stopped his mother. "Mom, don't do this. Have pity on Ellie!" he said. "Pity? Why should I pity someone useless? She's truly an uneducated village woman. I told you not to marry her, but you did anyway. Look, she can't even take care of one kid. Look, my grandson died because of this woman." Wendy cried and pulled Ellie's hair even harder. However, Ellie remained unresponsive, her eyes fixed on Nick's tiny body. "Melissa should have been my daughter-in-law instead. She's a great woman, smart, intelligent, educated, and has a good job, unlike you, a parasite. You can't even take care of a kid." Wendy continued to rage and pull Ellie's hair with all her strength. Once again, Ellie did not respond to Wendy's words. Even if the woman wanted to kill her right now, she would die with a smile. "Ma'am, please have some empathy. Don't you feel sorry for Ellie? She just lost her son." One of Ellie's neighbors even stopped the

"Of course, this hospital gladly accepts breast milk donors. If you want to donate, please go to the baby care unit on the fourth floor," the woman at the cashier responded. Ellie smiled. "Thank you, ma'am." After completing the paperwork, she headed to the fourth floor as directed by the woman at the cashier. Ellie knew where the baby care unit was because Nick had been born here. After birth, Nick was placed in an incubator because he had ingested too much amniotic fluid. He was born with blue lips and did not cry. So, Ellie frequently visited the baby unit to deliver breast milk for her child. This hospital held great significance. The place where her child was born and took his last breath. Ellie's chest tightened as she remembered. Ellie steadied herself, opened the door, and saw three nurses in the baby care unit. "Excuse me, nurse." "Yes, miss, how can I help you?" asked the nurse on duty in the baby care unit. Indeed, Ellie's appearance still resembled that

For most people, a graveyard was the most frightening place, but not for Ellie. The young woman appeared comfortable sitting in front of her child's grave. Tears flowed incessantly, as if they would never dry. Even her usually large, round eyes now looked very small and swollen. "Nick, I want to find a job, so I don't get bored at home. I want to earn money and make a beautiful headstone for you." Ellie hugged the mound of earth over her child's grave, hoping to release the longing that suffocated her. No matter how many people said she must let go, she still couldn't bear to let her son go. "Nick darling, I am leaving now as it's already late. Forgive me for not being able to hug you. If only time could be turned back, I would have taken you to the hospital that morning, so you could be treated right away." She stroked Nick's nameplate and then hugged it for a long time. She wiped her tears and then smiled. "I am going home now. I'll come back tomorrow. I still miss you so m

"What do you mean by euthanasia?" Robert was stunned when he heard Ellie's request. "I'm afraid of injections, but if it's a lethal injection, I'm not scared," she said desperately. "I understand your feelings, but you shouldn't be like this. You need to love yourself. Think about your son. He'll feel sad if he knows his mother is crying," Robert stood up and approached her. She quickly wiped away her tears. She remained silent while Robert checked her heartbeat, stomach, and blood pressure. "Low blood pressure 90/70, stomach acid rising," said Robert after examining Ellie. "Is there any hope for death, doc?" She asked eagerly. "Enough with that already," Robert chided, looking at her angrily. "Those who are dead, buried, they cry and beg to live again. You, who are still alive, are busy wanting to die." Robert said irritably. "I was just asking, doc," she grinned. "You must not stress, eat on time, and get enough rest," commanded Robert. "Yes, doc," she replied.