NICU is open twice a week. I am not sure when I will have to go back to prison.
In prison, it would be very difficult to see my daughter.
And I don't want her to know that her mother is a criminal who has been put in jail for trying to shoot her
father.
How could she face such a life in the future?
I reach out, eager to touch her face. But she must stay in the incubator.
I can only feel her little face through the glass.
When the visiting hours are over, I reluctantly leave.
After returning to the ward, I stare at Mindy who is sitting opposite and flirting with David for a while and
finally make up my mind to make a request.
"Mindy, please be the mother of my child."
It is much harder than I have imagined to say that personally.
"I am the godmother of this kid. She's my daughter too, isn't she?" Mindy was puzzled.
It seems that she still doesn't understand what I mean.
I shake my head and explain to her, "What I'm saying is, you and David should be her parents. Don't let
her know that her mother is in prison. She's so young. She shouldn't live such a miserable life. If you
can raise her up, she will have a bright future. At that time, I'll stay by her side as her godmother."
"What are you talking about? This is your child. Of course, you must take care of her yourself! Don't
talk to me as if you were saying the last words. I can't take it."
Tears roll down Mindy's face.
She walks over, holds my hand tightly, and whispers, "Jane, I can't bear the pain of losing you
anymore. I've been in fear once. I can't take it again."
For some reason, her words make me feel like crying.
I sniff and say to her in a deep voice, "I'm almost recovered. I guess I'll have to be back in prison in two
days."
I have to pay the price.
Even if I am reluctant to part with my daughter, I have no other choice.
"Who said you still need to go back to prison? David, haven't you got this done?"
Mindy turns around and glares at David.
David is not annoyed. He smiles indulgently at her and says, "Your highness, your wish is my
command."
He stands up and walks towards me.
"You don't have to go back. You're on parole."
"Parole? Shouldn't I become eligible for parole after serving at least half of my sentence?" I ask
doubtfully.
"Special case, special treatment. If I say your case is special, then it is."
David says casually.
No matter how he makes it, I know it's not easy.
I don't need to go back to prison!
Does that mean I can keep company with my child all the time?
However, it's too early to celebrate.
A serious problem comes to my mind.
What would happen if Frances knew that I have been out of jail?
He hopes that I would spend the rest of my life in jail, doesn't he? He will certainly do something to me.
But right now, I don't care.
"I see. Thank you, David."
I smile at him and say softly.
"If you want to go away, I'm your man."
David says.
However, he is looking at Mindy.
I know, he does so for the sake of Mindy rather than me.
I used to think about running away, but once I leave, I might not be able to see Earl anymore.
If I don't leave, at least I have the chance to look at him from afar.
So, I shake my head and say firmly, "I'm not leaving. I want to stay here."
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