Depression and the Baby in the Stairwell

"What happened? Could it be that they switched babies at the hospital?"

"No. I heard her husband was a scumbag who found a mistress outside, and in the end, she got pregnant with someone else's child."

"Oh, I see. How pitiful."

"Who says it isn't? Apparently, Juanzi was planning to give the child away. She's already contacted the new family..."

As Lin Rui descended, the voices grew more and more indistinct until they finally vanished.

But that did nothing to lessen the shock in his heart.

Damn it!

The supernatural was truly incredible. It could even make a wife pregnant with the child of her husband and his mistress?

That was a goddamn medical miracle.

If this had happened back in the peaceful years, it would have topped the trending searches for several days and sparked a wave of "Guys, does anyone else get it?"

But the outside world was in chaos now, and survival itself had become a problem.

No one had the time to fuss over such bizarre matters anymore.

Soon.

Lin Rui descended another floor and arrived at the fourteenth floor.

"Where's the child? Where did you send the child? Are you insane? That's your own flesh and blood!"

"You have the nerve to say that? You found some loose woman outside and actually made me carry your child. Do you know how much I suffered from pregnancy to delivery? And you—when I was in confinement, you still had the nerve to go see that loose woman!"

"Damn it, where did you hear such nonsense? What loose woman? What's wrong with you? That's my younger sister, your sister-in-law. She and Mom came to visit you out of kindness, but you attacked them with a stick. Are you sick?"

"Utter nonsense! Your mother died long ago, and you