The next morning, the nanny came upstairs to deliver breakfast.

As usual, after breakfast, there was a bowl of medicine.

When the nanny handed it to me, I took it and held it in my hand without drinking.

"I haven't seen Yan Yan for a few days. I miss her. Please bring her up," I said as calmly as possible.

The nanny obviously didn't take me seriously, thinking that I was too sick to cause any trouble.

As soon as she went downstairs, I poured the medicine into a canvas bag hidden under the covers.

The bag was padded with an old hoodie of mine.

At dawn, I had quietly searched through the wardrobe.

All the valuable bags, jewelry, and clothes were gone. It wasn't hard to guess who had taken them.

Hearing the nanny bring the child upstairs, I quickly brought the medicine bowl to my lips.

She gently placed my daughter on the bed and then went back to tidy up.

But Yan Yan turned around and climbed off the bed, chasing after the nanny:

"Mommy, Mommy."

I thought I misheard.

My daughter was calling the nanny "Mommy"?

She took my husband, I could forgive her.

But taking my daughter was unforgivable!

"Yan Yan, come here! I'm your mommy!"

I found that speaking louder made my chest hurt.

This body had been tortured almost to the point of collapse!

My command had no effect on my daughter; instead, it was the nanny who told Yan Yan to stay in my room.

Only then did she turn around and climb onto my bed.

But she was not close to me at all. No matter how I tried to amuse her, she wouldn't smile.

She just sat there, repeatedly saying she wanted to find her mommy.

My heart started to ache again.

Normally, I would "fall asleep" again after a while, but I missed my daughter so much that I kept her with me for a few more minutes.

I couldn't help but reach out to tease her, and finally, a hint of a smile appeared on her face:

"Pee, pee."

My daughter suddenly needed to go to the bathroom, and I couldn't think of a solution immediately.

The bathroom door in my room was closed, and with my current strength, I couldn't carry her there.

I called the nanny twice, but there was no response.

Judging by her expression, she had already wet her pants.

I had to ask her to stand up and tried to take off her wet pants.

But as soon as I pulled them down a bit, I quickly pulled them back up.

I had just seen a little pepper that only boys have!

He was a boy!

This child was not my daughter!

I was certain I had given birth to a girl!

I was instantly engulfed in fear, my back turning cold.

No wonder the nanny never let her hair grow long, always keeping it at a medium length.

No wonder the nanny never dressed her in pink skirts, mostly white clothes.

The nanny said it was because my husband liked the child to dress that way.

I was rarely clear-headed, so I didn't pay much attention to these details.

But this child wasn't my daughter, so where was my real daughter?

Did they even harm my daughter?

She was Zhou Yang's biological child too!

I heard the nanny's footsteps coming upstairs.

I lay down first: "Yan Yan seems to have wet her pants. Take her downstairs. I'm also tired and want to sleep."

I saw that the nanny had no impatience towards this child at all, but was very attentive.

I had never suspected anything because this child looked a lot like Zhou Yang.

This child was clearly Zhou Yang's own flesh and blood.

Zhou Yang had that kind of enduringly attractive appearance.

And now, I had a bold guess in my mind!