Novel & Cerita I Wasn't Born Without A Heart

I felt like I couldn't breathe. I entered the room where my sister was resting. She was weak, but conscious. Her eyes were swollen, and when she saw me, she clumsily sat up. "My baby?" she asked, with a shaky smile. I approached, taking her hand in mine. I swallowed. My voice was barely a whisper. "Rosalía... your daughter was born. She's beautiful. But..." I stopped, the knot in my throat strangling me. "The little one has a serious problem with her heart. The doctors say that... that she won't be able to survive."

she says, hugging me and making those pouts that make me feel tender. “Beautiful, why didn't you call me? I had come running; what happened to you?” “The usual, you know, I have a factory defect,” she says, trying to minimize the congenital heart disease she was born with. “Sis, I know you have been very busy. I saw on TV about the mine collapse and the accident of your adoptive parents, I know it must have been very hard for you. With all that work in the companies and with your studies, you must not have time for yourself; you won't even have a boyfriend, and even less with the experience of your failed marriage.”

Gabriel asked curiously. I blinked before looking back at him. "Yeah, only gone too soon. Congenital heart disease," I replied. "I am so sorry to hear about that, Qotorie," he apologized. I shook my head and smiled at him. Maybe, that's why our one baby was taken from us early is because God doesn't want more children in this world who don't have whole families. I might go crazy forever if that happens, in case I lose two of my children and will be hurt by my divorce from their daddy.

Youyou, who was proclaimed to be dead when born, had a trace of faint breath! After a series of emergency medical treatments, the newborn was finally rescued from the brink death. However, his physical constitution was just too weak, and he was always down with illness. Her poor child was also fatherless from birth. To make up for this, she doted on him with all her might. She gave him all the love she had in her. This was to make him understand that even without a father, the amount of love he received could only be greater! Hence, she gave him the name ‘Yun Shire’. While she thanked the heavens for blessing her with him, she also wished that he could grow up healthy.

I fell over as soon as I stepped out. Rory hurriedly sent me to the hospital to get my stomach pumped. When Zack arrived, he looked at my pale face with a very heartbroken expression and held my hand tightly, saying, "Ari, don't work yourself to the bone anymore. We've got more than enough to tide us by for the rest of our lives." I just chuckled at him and said, "I just don't want us to have any financial regrets next time." However, only I knew how indignant I had been back then. I hated it when people looked down on me for being poor. I also hated it that Ivan had abandoned me for his career.

But before I could reach them, a little foot stomped down hard, grinding the pills into the floorboards until they were crushed and embedded in the dust. "Shameless! Thief! Get out of my house!" Her voice pierced through the air like a shard of glass. A deafening ring exploded in my ears. My artificial heart maxed out under the strain. I couldn't hold myself up anymore—I collapsed, and the past came flooding back. Maya had been sickly since birth. By the time they found her heart condition, there was no time left to wait for a donor. So I went in for the match quietly, and without a second thought, gave her my healthy heart. I had an artificial one put in its place.

He wanted a sibling so bad but his mum was just never able to have a child again. Birthday wishes never came true. On his 15th birthday, his mum had collapsed. All of a sudden. He had closed his eyes to make his birthday wish only for him to open it and get the opposite of his wish right in front of him. It was sudden and all a 15 year old could do was scream and cry uselessly. A heart disease, the doctors said. His mum’s heart was sick. Her heart hurt. Few pills and injections would cure her, wouldn’t they?

“Okay, and this has what to do with me?” Lisbeth’s gaze slid to her, cool and assessing. “You were a year and a half old when you nearly died.” Ayra blinked, thrown. “What—?” “You had a heart defect,” Lisbeth said flatly. “Hypoplastic left heart syndrome. HLHS. Without surgical intervention, you wouldn’t have made it to your second birthday. And back then, the standard procedures were—” She stopped herself, shook her head. “Let’s just say the odds were bad. The material your mother had could’ve been used in an experimental treatment to reinforce the reconstructive graft. It could save you.”

Natalie had been listening when Zoe suddenly stopped mid-sentence and looked up in confusion. “Natalie?” Zoe moved closer quickly. “What is going on with the blood on your forehead?” “She hit it by accident,” Natalie explained briefly. Zoe looked at her with obvious doubt. “What kind of accident leaves a mark like that?” “You were in the middle of saying something.” Natalie tilted her head slightly, calmly concealing the wound. “Oh, right.” Being interrupted like this made Zoe’s carefully built emotions disappear completely. “Mr. Murphy favors that illegitimate child, but the child is unlucky. He was born with a congenital heart condition and now needs a transplant. Otherwise, he might not l

she assures him. The mention of his case made Lucien snap from brooding. "Why does he need surgery?" he seriously asks after he looks at her. "He was born with congenital heart disease. He had undergone surgery but it relapsed two months ago. The regression has been very difficult for him" she carefully explains while he looks stunned. "Oh, Zia... I don't want to think of what you two have gone through all these years without me" he frustratedly ran his fingers through his hair.