Semua Bab Love Gives Life Anew: Bab 1 - Bab 10

"Seven days from now… do you have time to bring Logan to Odell City?"The good news exploded in my ears, and my eyes immediately welled up with tears.In my last life, I had lived as a single mother with Logan, struggling to survive while my reputation suffered. Every night, drunken men knocked on my window, startling me endlessly. After the divorce, Logan didn't even last three days before falling ill and dying.This time, no matter what, I would do everything to keep my son alive.I wiped my tears. "Yes, I'll come!"After hanging up, I hurriedly packed my bags, not daring to pause for a moment.Only after I placed the last piece of clothing into my suitcase did the sound of a door opening reach me from behind."Where do you think you're going?" Bryson's voice followed immediately.I steadied myself and turned to face Bryson, only to find that he had brought Christina and her son back.They stood together, the little boy sleeping peacefully in her arms. At a glance, they look

I recognized the plastic bag at a glance. It was the one I'd set aside for Logan's medical expenses.My eyes stung with tears as I lunged for it. "Who said you could take my money?! Christina, give it back!"I grabbed her hair with all my strength, desperate to reclaim it. She, however, clenched the money like it belonged to her.By now, more shoppers had gathered, forming a tight circle. That's when Bryson appeared, carrying Christina's child."Selene, what do you think you're doing?!"The next second, someone yanked Christina and me apart.I lost my balance and slammed the back of my head against the counter.A cacophony of glass shattering erupted—countless shards slashed across my face.It felt as if my heart had been ripped open, blood gushing, pain sharp and unrelenting. The only relief was that I had placed Logan safely in the nearby cradle just moments before.Bryson helped Christina to her feet, his gaze cold as he lowered his voice slightly."Have you gone completel

The train cut through the morning fog, barreling forward, but I could not calm my racing heart.Even after taking the antidote, Logan's face remained unnaturally flushed. I could only keep wiping the cold sweat from his temple.The hard-seat carriage reeked of stale air. The smoke from the elderly man opposite made Logan cough again.A woman beside him shook her head disapprovingly. "Such a pampered child…"I shot her a glare, but there was nothing I could say.Logan's tiny body suddenly began to convulse violently in my arms.My trembling hands fumbled for the emergency medicine, but I realized in panic that most of the antidote Christina had given us was already gone.I frantically opened the swaddling cloth. Logan's tiny fists clutched his chest, desperate and weak.The commotion drew the attention of nearby passengers, who crowded around and blocked the aisle."Move! Doctor! Is there a doctor here?!"I staggered toward the attendant's cabin, nearly tripping over baskets a

Christina curled up in Bryson's arms, each of them hiding their own thoughts.When she hooked her leg around Bryson, he recoiled in disgust."You should maintain some decency, especially in broad daylight," he said, pushing her away.Bryson rose to go to the hospital, only to learn that Selene and Logan had never actually checked in.His heart tightened. In a flash of anger, he overturned his office desk. When Christina returned, he scolded her fiercely and sent her out.Although Christina had been reborn, her memory of the last life lingered in the belief that he loved her.Now, seeing Bryson deliberately cold and distant, even as she stripped naked before him, and he didn't so much as glance her way, she panicked."Selene said she's taking Logan to chase after her lover. Why are you still thinking about her?"Christina slapped a pawn ticket of Selene's bracelet onto the table, gasping through her sobs."Do you think she divorced you so easily for no reason? She took all that

Logan's cheeks flushed with a healthy pink, and the branches outside the hospital began to sprout new buds.Patrick came to our ward every day to check on Logan. He would knock politely, waiting for my permission before entering, and then steal a few moments to chat with me. Always smiling, he was like the first rays of spring sunlight, warming everything he touched.Gradually, his visits grew more frequent. Even when he wasn't on duty, he would appear punctually. Concerned that we weren't eating well, he prepared a variety of dishes we liked, carefully noting every dietary restriction.He would hide the thermos behind his back like a surprise, letting me guess what he had made. The aroma would rouse the sparrows napping on the windowsill; they would flutter away, their glossy feathers brushing against the blossoming peach flowers.That spring, everything seemed alive again.Patrick often watched me with quiet attention, sometimes lost in thought. Eventually, the nurses would gath