Ivy gave a reassuring smile and replied, âItâs nothing.
â
Then, a thought struck her, and she asked with curiosity, âBy the way, honey, have you thought of a name for the child yet?â
It was only when she brought it up that I recalled this issue.
As Andrew had told me, I had passed out right after giving birth, too soon to choose a name.
She still hadnât been given a name.
After thinking it over for a moment, I suggested, âSince weâve lost our memories and donât even know who the father is, why donât we just give her a nickname for now? Once we figure out who her father is, or if I remember who I am, we can always pick a proper name then.
â
Ivy nodded.
âThat sounds like a good plan!â
Debraâs POV:
After my conversation with Ivy, I made up my mind and announced, âLetâs name the child Abby.
â
âSounds good!â Ivy quickly approved with a thumbs-up.
âThe name flows nicely and sounds sweet.
I bet sheâll come to love it as she grows.
â
I burst out laughing.
âSheâs still so little, yet youâre already planning her future.
â
Ivy rubbed the back of her neck, a bit embarrassed.
âWell, sheâs bound to be delighted.
After all, her mom picked it out with care.
What child wouldnât appreciate that?â
Then, to emphasize her point, Ivy suggested, âDonât believe me? Just call her by her name and see for yourself.
â
Turning towards the baby, I saw she was watching me too, her big eyes sparkling, utterly captivating.
âAbby?â I called out to her gently.
The child was only a few days old and certainly couldnât respond yet, but her eyes blinked, her smile seemed wider than before, and her laughter was louder.
She appeared quite happy.
âSee!â Ivy exclaimed excitedly.
âI told you she would like it!â
The heaviness in my heart instantly lifted.
Under the childâs innocent gaze, I felt as if I were walking in spring, bathed in warm sunlight and a gentle breeze.
In the days that followed, I recovered quickly.
Despite the severe injuries that could have confined me to bed for at least ten days, I was up and moving in just a few days.
Even the nurse, who had been skeptical at first, couldnât hide her surprise during a check-up.
âThis is truly a miracle.
When Mr.
Pierce first brought you here, you were covered in blood, and even the doctor doubted you would make it.
It was Mr.
Pierce who insisted on hope, which led them to rush you to the ICU.
I didnât think youâd survive, let alone recover so fast.
â
I shrugged.
âMaybe it just wasnât my time yet.
â
After the nurse left, I got up and walked over to the window to look outside.
Thanks to Andrewâs arrangements, I was staying in a VIP ward.
It wasnât just isolated for privacy but also offered a spectacular view.
Located on the eighth floor, the ward faced a park.
Though small, the park was a popular spot for daily walks and had a pleasant atmosphere, including a statue of a half-naked goddess in the center of the pond.
I glanced multiple times but couldnât recognize anything in it.