Then, the child let out a wail, sharp and clear filling the room with its powerful cry.
"Congratulations on giving birth to a bouncing baby boy," the red-haired lady said with a deep bow, her voice warm and almost reverent. She stepped forward and gently handed the crying infant to Sorayah, who reluctantly accepted him.
The moment the baby was in her arms, he stopped crying instantly. His tiny fists stilled, and his face softened with a peaceful expression.
"Whoa," the red-haired woman breathed, her smile widening. "He recognizes you as his mother after all."
"I'm not his mother," Sorayah replied sharply, her tone laced with indignation. She stared down at the newborn, confusion flickering in her gaze. "You still have to explain where you got such a cute newborn from, but for now... I'll act." Her voice dropped, serious and curious. "I deserve some answers after all this drama afterall."
