Billionaire's Regret: Losing Me And Our Son - Chapter 27: Chapter 27

But before I could get a better look, the car turned, and the cemetery disappeared from view. I told myself it was just my imagination.
"Natalia, you okay?" Aiden's voice broke through my thoughts, concern etched on his face.
"I'm fine," I said, turning away from the window. After a pause, I hesitated, then asked quietly, "Aiden, you never told me how you managed it. And... about the baby..."
A pang of worry twisted in my chest. Where had Aiden found a deceased baby convincing enough to fool everyone, even the hospital?
"Relax," Aiden said softly, a faint smile on his lips. "I didn't do anything immoral." He glanced at me, then added, "Do you remember Rose Brandt?"
"Of course," I replied, curious. "Why are you bringing her up now?"
Rose was Aiden's childhood friend, and their families were old acquaintances. Growing up, she'd often come over to the Stuarts' house for meals. I remembered her as a kind, graceful woman.
"She and I ended up in the same medical school while studying abroad," Aiden explained. "After returning, she took over her family's sanatorium business."
He continued, his tone tinged with helplessness. "Not long ago, Rose came across a young woman about to give birth prematurely near the sanatorium. The baby was in critical condition—organ failure—and the doctors said he wouldn't survive the month.
"The woman, scared and clearly unmarried, abandoned the child and ran off."
Rose, moved by the child's plight, brought him back to the sanatorium. When Aiden found out, he spent weeks meticulously planning, eventually switching the sick baby with my son at the hospital.
"To avoid suspicion, I had to keep it a secret from everyone, even you," Aiden admitted.
He sighed deeply, his voice softening. "Part of me hoped the Madden family's team of experts could save the child. If they had, it would've been a good deed, at least."
A heavy ache settled in my chest. Since becoming a mother, I'd developed a deep empathy for children, unable to bear their suffering.
Lowering my gaze, I murmured, "I hope he finds peace in his next life."
At the sanatorium, I finally saw my son. He was lying in a crib, his wide, dark eyes staring up at me with innocent curiosity.
"Baby, Mommy's never leaving you again," I whispered, my hand trembling as I gently touched his soft cheek.
His warmth, his softness—it all felt so real, and I couldn't stop the tears streaming down my face.
"He's adorable," Rose said, smiling warmly. "His fair skin looks like yours, but his features... they're all Quinn."
I froze, unsure how to respond, until Aiden coughed awkwardly to break the tension.
Realizing her mistake, Rose quickly apologized. "I'm sorry... I didn't mean—"
She must've known, through Aiden, that I was planning to divorce Quinn.
"Rose," I said, brushing off the comment with a faint smile. "I honestly don't know how to thank you. Without you and Aiden, I don't think I would've ever been reunited with my son."
"You don't need to thank me," Rose replied gently. "Aiden treats you like a sister, and so do I." Her gaze lingered on Aiden, soft and filled with emotion.
Aiden smiled at me, nodding in agreement.
I'd always known Rose liked Aiden. Even as a child, I thought they were a perfect match. Their families had tried to bring them together, but Rose was too reserved, and Aiden... well, he was clueless.
After a moment, I gathered my courage and said, "Rose, I need to ask for your help again. Can you take care of my son a little longer?"
I had nowhere else to turn. Until my divorce with Quinn was finalized, I couldn't keep my child with me.
"Of course," Rose agreed without hesitation. Then she smiled and asked, "By the way, have you thought of a name for him yet?"