"Jeremy," Madeline said with joy, "Did you come to see our baby?"

Jeremy looked at Madeline who was smiling and walked to the glass window indifferently. He looked at the newborns lying in the incubator in the nursery. His thin lips parted slightly as he asked, "Which one is yours?”

His tone was so weak that one could not tell any emotions from it.

Madeline smiled and told him, "The second in the last row, the smallest one."

There was a beam of joy in her beautiful eyes as her slender fingers pointed at the little infant who was fast asleep. "It's a boy. He’ll probably look like you in the future."

"How can your son look like me?" The man's words suddenly felt like a basin of cold water that was poured over Madeline.

She looked at the cold man in surprise. "Jeremy?"

"Are you still dreaming about that? Your husband Jeremy is already dead," he said bluntly without mercy, his harsh words piercing Madeline's heart like an invisible ice pick.

When Madeline heard him, she slowly clen