Page 22 of Fake Wife for Dr. Secret Daddy

There’s no answer, and I take a step forward before I hear the same sound again.

Now, I get disturbed, and I start to trace where the sound is coming from.

When I get close to the center of the parking lot, away from where my car is, I hear the sound more clearly.

It’s the sound of a baby crying, and it seems like it’s coming from a closed car.

“What the hell?” I ran up to the vehicle and pressed my face against the windows.

It’s a bit foggy, and I try cleaning it with the sleeve of my clothes.

I can spot a baby lying in the backseat.

She’s sweaty and bawling out and her face is becoming red.

My heart beats fast, and I try to open the car doors, but they’re all locked.

I picked up my phone to call security and Child Protective Services.

They need to be here as soon as possible.

Footsteps sound behind me, and I turn around to see a harried-looking woman heading in the car’s direction.

“Is this your baby?” I asked her furiously.

The woman squints at me like she barely notices her surroundings.

She takes her time to respond to my question.

“Um, yeah.” The woman mumbles and begins to unlock the doors.

She sounds out of it and can barely hold the baby properly when she brings it out.

I take the child from her and begin to carry out a check in case of any respiratory distress.

It’s a girl, and she needs some air but otherwise, she’s doing well.

Security arrives shortly after, and they ensure that CPS notes it as an emergency.

They assure us that their officials will be here shortly.

The woman seems to be a combination of stoned and nonchalant.

As I hold the little baby in my hands, she wraps her small fist around my finger, and I melt.

CPS finally arrives, and the mother suddenly remembers that she is responsible for another life as she sobs unconvincingly.

I’m still holding the baby, and she stares up at me in wonder.

I can’t help but think of what may have happened if I didn’t come here on time.

“Sir, we can take the baby now,” a female CPS agent tells me, opening her hands for him to make the transfer.

I don’t even think twice about it before speaking. “No, I think... I think I’d like to foster her.”

It’s not something I thought I would say anytime soon, but before my brain could even process the words, they were out of my mouth.

The official’s eyes widen, and it looks like she cannot believe her ears. “Um, are you certain about that, doctor?” The hospital security must have told them I’m a doctor.

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