After giving birth to a stillborn baby, I kidnapped all the newborns

I, Grace Reid, gave birth twenty days before my due date.
After being wheeled into the operating room for two hours, I delivered a lifeless fetus.
I didn't cry, didn't make a scene, didn't even glance at the tiny corpse.
Enduring the pain from my wounds, I calmly walked into the nursery, locked the door tight, and turned down the temperature.
In one more hour, the nursery would become too cold for any newborn to survive.
All the doctors and parents stood outside the nursery door, begging me to spare their children's lives.
They shouted with all their strength, saying I was a mother too and hoping I could understand their feelings.
But I just smiled. "I am indeed a mother, but the child I just delivered is dead."
An obstetrician cried at the door, pleading with me, "We may be responsible for not saving your child. But these newborns are innocent.
Please don't become extreme because you lost your baby. You're still so young—you can have other children."
I gritted my teeth and roared at her, "But my child isn't dead at all!
She's still alive. I'm giving you one hour to bring her to me."
Because I wasn't sure if my child would still be alive after one hour.
*****
The nursery door remained tightly shut, while my husband Felix Campbell, wearing his white coat, stood outside looking frantic.
He suddenly slapped himself across the face.
Then Felix shouted to me, "Grace, it's my fault—I failed to save our child."
He continued, "I know losing the baby devastates you. This child wasn't meant to be with us. We can have another. But if something happens to you, I truly won't be able to live."
Felix looked desperate, almost ready to cry.
But I kept staring at him with cold, indifferent eyes.
Felix and I had been married for three years. He'd taken excellent care of me, considering every detail thoughtfully.
As the head of obstetrics, after learning I was pregnant, he monitored every aspect of my health closely.
Yet today, this same Felix who had successfully treated patients with amniotic fluid embolism told me he couldn't save our child.
I had delivered a stillborn.
But throughout my pregnancy, all my check-ups showed the baby was perfectly healthy. Three weeks ago, the fetus was already fully developed.
Forget being born twenty days early—even if I had delivered three weeks ago, the baby would have survived completely.
I absolutely refused to believe my child was dead.
Especially since when I was barely conscious, I clearly heard that child crying.
I looked at Felix suspiciously, then said with barely controlled trembling in my voice, "With your abilities, why couldn't you save even a premature baby?"
"Grace, I'm incompetent." Felix said through tears. "Premature birth causes too much damage to infants. I really did everything I could."
Then a man said, "Grace, losing a baby due to premature birth is unavoidable sometimes.
You must try to accept this. You're still young. You'll definitely have other children."
The other medical staff standing beside Felix also anxiously tried to persuade me.
The parents of those newborns pleaded with red-rimmed eyes. One woman said, "Grace, we feel terrible for you and your child too.
But our babies are innocent. You know what it feels like to be a mother. Please spare our children.
If you have doubts about your baby's death, you should question your husband and these medical staff. This really has nothing to do with our children."
As they continued pleading, the temperature in the nursery began dropping slowly.
Some people started trying to cut power to the nursery, hoping to stop the temperature from falling further.
But I had already modified this department's electrical system. The entire room's cooling system was controlled only by the device in my hands.
With just a light touch of the controls, the room temperature would plummet suddenly, and these children would freeze to death.
Seeing that cutting the power didn't work, they all stared at me with terrified eyes.
One newborn's mother directly pleaded, "Grace, I'm a lawyer. I can represent your child's case for free and get you justice.
Please give me back my baby."
I told her, "My child doesn't need justice—she just needs to come back to me."
My breathing became rapid as I shouted outside, "My child isn't dead at all!
I clearly remember hearing her cry. If I delivered a stillborn, how could she have cried?"

"When you just gave birth, the anesthesia hadn't worn off yet, so experiencing blurred consciousness is completely normal," someone outside answered me.
But I shook my head and said, "No, that's not right. Because it was premature, the situation was too urgent. I didn't have time for any pain medication."
Felix quickly explained to me: "Grace, many babies are born in the hospital every day. Isn't it normal for you to hear crying?"
Hearing his words, I began to hesitate. It was indeed normal to hear baby cries in the delivery room.
But that crying was too close to me, making me feel like it was my child crying.
I slowly turned my gaze to Felix. Only then did I realize that after I said "the baby might have been switched," he didn't doubt it at all. Instead, he kept telling me the baby was stillborn.
I looked at him suspiciously and asked tentatively, "That crying was too close to me. Was it the baby from the bed next to mine?"
"It was exactly the baby from the bed next to yours crying," Felix answered without hesitation.
But I was stunned, because there was no one giving birth in the bed next to mine.
I stared at Felix in shock, my body trembling uncontrollably.
Why was Felix lying to me?
Seeing me frown, Felix thought I believed his words. He reached out his hand to me and said, "Grace, please come out from inside. Let's properly prepare a funeral for the baby. Once you've rested, we'll try to get pregnant again. We'll definitely have another child."
I clenched my fists, gritted my teeth, and let out a cold laugh before asking him: "Felix, where exactly did you take our child? That's your child too. Why are you lying to me? Who did you give my baby to?"
Felix hurriedly said, "Grace, what do you mean? How could I possibly take away our child? Don't you even trust what I'm saying?"
I shouted angrily at Felix: "I don't believe you. My child isn't dead. You're lying to me!"
After saying this, I yanked down the electrical switch that controlled the newborn nursery's temperature.
The room temperature dropped instantly. With red eyes, I looked at the panicked people outside.
I said, "I'm giving you one hour to return my child to me. Otherwise, we'll all die together."
Discovering that I had actually pulled the switch, the people outside immediately panicked.
Someone shouted at me: "What does your husband lying to you have to do with my child?"
Another person said: "Felix, where exactly did you put your child? Do you really have to drag my child into this too?"
Someone else tried to reason with me: "Grace, please calm down. As long as you can guarantee our children will be safe, we'll definitely help you find your child."
Additionally, someone shouted anxiously at Felix: "Felix, tell us what's really going on. There are thirty children in here. If anything happens to them, can your hospital take responsibility?"
Felix shouted anxiously at me: "Grace, please calm down first. Our child really has passed away. Don't say one hour - even if you gave me a hundred hours, I couldn't bring the child back to you."
I stared at Felix with icy eyes.
Actually, it wasn't that I was giving them one hour - I only had one hour.
Because when my consciousness was blurred, I heard an unfamiliar voice say: "One hour will be enough."
I didn't know what my child would experience during this hour. I only knew that after one hour, my child might truly not survive.
"Jackson, you're finally here. Please talk some sense into Grace!" Felix said.
His voice snapped me back to attention.
My white-haired father Jackson Reid had rushed over anxiously. I quickly cried out to him: "Dad, please go find my child! She's in this hospital, hidden away somewhere. I'm certain she's still alive! There are fifty minutes left now. If we can't find her, she'll really die! Don't believe what Felix is saying. What I gave birth to wasn't stillborn at all. Felix and they are working together!"

Jackson suddenly slapped Felix across the face.
Then he roared at Felix in fury: "You animal! You knew Grace couldn't handle the news of the baby's death. Why didn't you watch her properly? Look what you've done to my daughter!"
I quickly explained to Jackson: "Dad, I'm not crazy. My baby really isn't dead! You've been handling my prenatal checkups all along—you know this. Even if I gave birth three weeks ago, it would have been a healthy baby."
But Jackson looked at me with guilt written all over his face.
He said: "Grace, actually, your prenatal reports didn't show the baby was completely healthy. The fetus had some problems all along. But I was too arrogant, thinking I could secretly help fix things, so I didn't tell you the truth about the baby's condition. However, I failed to correct the issues. That child was indeed stillborn."
I was completely stunned. Both my parents are obstetricians, and I'm their only daughter. They cared for me during my pregnancy even more than Felix did. Jackson, who has always adored me, would never lie to me. Could I really have given birth to a stillborn baby?
I placed both hands on my lower abdomen as the sound of a baby's cry echoed in my mind again. I furrowed my brow as a tear rolled down my cheek.
I asked: "Maybe this baby and I really weren't meant to be. Dad, with all your years of experience, was this baby beautiful?"
Jackson's eyes filled with tears as he nodded: "This baby looked just like you as a child—such smooth skin, especially the hands. They were exactly like yours when you were little, with all ten fingers tightly clenched."
I instantly tensed up, my whole body going numb as I stared at Jackson in disbelief.
I screamed at Jackson: "Dad, so you're lying to me too! Why are you deceiving me just like Felix? What is it that you can't tell me? Why did you take my baby away?"
Jackson was stunned and said: "Grace, you're my only daughter. How could I possibly lie to you?"
I broke down laughing hysterically.
Then I said: "That's right. You handled most of my prenatal checkups throughout my pregnancy. But there was one time when I was traveling, and I had a friend who's also an obstetrician do an examination. What I didn't expect was that my friend discovered my baby had six fingers. My friend said that because the baby kept its fists clenched during all the previous exams, the doctors never noticed this condition."
Jackson quickly explained: "That kind of examination can easily be misread. How can you suspect me over something like this?"
I roared: "Am I the one who wants to suspect you? You're all lying to me!"
My screaming woke up the babies in the nursery. Weak cries of infants could be heard from the room.
The parents of the other newborns outside were extremely worried about their children. They kept crying while trying to comfort me, and pleaded with Jackson to tell the truth.
But Jackson still insisted that what I gave birth to was a stillborn baby.
I took a deep breath, then lifted my head as tears streamed down my cheeks.
I glanced at the clock overhead and said: "You have twenty minutes left. It seems you'd rather bear the consequences of thirty lives than return my baby to me. What reason could possibly make you willing to watch me die along with thirty newborns rather than give me back my child?"
Everyone around us pressed Jackson and Felix for the truth, but both men maintained that my baby had died long ago.
Left with no choice, everyone decided to call the police.
But just as one of the mothers was about to dial the emergency number, my mother Mila Reid suddenly rushed over and snatched the phone from her hands.
Mila said: "My daughter is just a bit emotional. She's simply a mother who just lost her child. I'll talk to her. Please, I'm begging you not to call the police."
After saying this, Mila looked at me with tears in her eyes and said: "Stop being foolish and come back to me."
But I asked her: "Mom, can I trust you?"
Mila froze for a moment and said, "Of course you can trust me. You're my child, you're my life."
She would even give her life for me. How could she not love me?
I asked Mila, "Mom, would you believe everything I tell you?"
Mila answered, "Of course I would."
Hearing Mila's unhesitating response, I immediately told her, "My child is still alive, and he's in this hospital right now. Dad and Felix both know the truth, but they won't help save my child. I only have twenty minutes left. If you help me find my child, I'll honestly turn myself in. I never meant to kill anyone, and I certainly never meant to kidnap these children. I just want to find my child."
Mila paused slightly, looking toward Jackson and Felix.
She frowned and said, "Grace, if all of this is true, I want to help you find your child too. But Grace, I was so worried about complications during your delivery that I specifically requested to assist with your birth. I watched you give birth with my own eyes. Felix wouldn't dare mess around. I personally watched Felix remove a stillborn baby from your belly."
Mila spoke with complete sincerity, but I stood there stunned.
Did I really give birth to a stillborn baby?
Mila continued, "I know you're heartbroken and can't accept this reality. If you dare, I'll take you to see the surveillance footage. Once you see it with your own eyes, you won't keep obsessing over finding your child."
Then Mila reached out her hand toward me and said, "Come back."
I stood there numbly, staring blankly at Mila, then walked step by step toward the entrance of the neonatal unit.
But just as I was about to reach the door, I suddenly noticed the bloodstains on Mila's clothes.
I immediately stopped and said, "No. You're lying to me too! When I was giving birth, another woman was hemorrhaging badly. You left my delivery room. I remember it clearly. Mom, why? What secret are you all hiding from me? Why did you replace my child with a stillborn baby?"
Mila stood there stunned in surprise and said, "How could I bear to replace your child with a stillborn baby? Grace, what are you talking about? If you don't trust me, surely you trust the surveillance footage?"
I let out a cold laugh and said, "If my own family can lie to me, what about some cold machine?"
At that moment, the ten-minute countdown alarm sounded. I turned back to look at the children in the neonatal unit.
I said, "Since you all want my child to die, then we'll all die together."
The people outside immediately became tense.
They begged Jackson and Mila to tell me the truth and release their children.
Some people cried out to me, "Grace, if they won't help you investigate, we will. Please spare our children."
I smiled bitterly and said, "I don't have time to investigate anymore."
I took a deep breath and placed my hand on the temperature control device.
Countless anguished cries came from outside the neonatal unit door.
But just as I was about to lower the temperature, a voice came from the crowd.
It was a man's voice: "I know where your real child is."

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