The PhD Foster Son and His Returning Birth Mother Chapter 2

The next morning, before Nicholas left for work, his mother burst in, shouting, “Just because you picked up a random child, you’re going to give him the family name? How are we supposed to face our ancestors?”

Her gaze fell on me, and her anger flared anew. “What’s the use of a barren hen? If you had married another woman, we would have had grandchildren by now.”

Nicholas and I had been married for five years without children. My mother-in-law blamed me.

The truth was, the problem wasn’t with me, it was with him. He was the one who didn’t want to have children with me, but he told everyone I was the one who couldn’t conceive.

Only I knew the truth. But I never said a word.

Whenever his mother started in on me, Nicholas would change the subject. This time was no different.

“Mom, I bought you some imported ginseng from overseas. I’ll have Michael deliver it to you when it arrives.”

But this time, she wasn’t so easily placated. “Son, I’m not against you raising a foundling, but you have to give me a child of your own blood! I want a blood-relative! Blood! Do you understand?”

Stunned by her aggressive tone, Nicholas glanced at me and then pulled his mother into another room.

I could just barely hear his hushed voice through the crack in the door. “Don’t worry, Mom. One day, I’ll give you a surprise.”

I smiled silently.

A surprise? I just hope it doesn't turn into a shock for you.

After some time, the neighbors gradually learned the truth. None of them could understand my actions.

“If you want a child so badly, why not have your own? Why raise a foundling like a treasure?”

“Maybe she can’t have children?”

“Modern medicine is so advanced. If you want a child, you can have one.”

“I don’t know what that woman is thinking.”

Mrs. Gable came over to talk to me. “So the baby really was found by your husband. Why are you being so foolish? No matter how good you are to him, he’s not your own.”

“Sooner or later, his real parents will come looking for him and take him away.”

“So, if you want a child, you have to have your own. People use IVF all the time now. The reproductive clinic in the city is very famous. A lot of people who couldn’t conceive went a few times and it worked out.”

“I have a relative who works there. I can make a call, and you and your husband can go straight there.”

I smiled and shook my head. “Mrs. Gable, thank you for your kindness. But I think this is fine.”

She touched my forehead, her eyes looking at me as if I were insane.