The stretcher was at a fair distance away from the observation window. I couldn’t see what he looked like clearly, but only the blood bag containing our blood dripping into the transfusion tube then into the child drop by drop.
When the nurse came out, I asked if I could go inside and see him. The nurse replied kindly, “Of course, all parents have the right to be with their child.”
I wasn’t even able to take two steps before Sang Shixi grabbed my wrist in his iron grip, “You haven’t forgotten the contract have you?”
In truth, I did. Oath, contract, everything was gone from my mind right now, and only the image of my child suffering alone on the sick bed remained, until I was reminded coldly that I have resigned all rights to the child to him.
I wasn’t going to see him. I didn’t plan to even meet him, but I did.
And now, even though he knew the child was suffering, even though he knew how much it pained me, he refused me the one thing I desired the most. Sang Shixi wouldn’t even let me give my child the warmth he deserves. He is cruel. More than cruel, he is inhuman.