Rosy nodded, as if understanding something.

Suddenly, she clutched her chest.

Her small face turned deathly pale in an instant.

"Mom, my heart hurts so much..."

I fumbled to pull out my phone, dialing Loren's number over and over again.

But all I heard from the receiver was the monotonous, cold tone: "The number you have dialed is not being answered at the moment."

I hoisted Rosy onto my back and bolted into the downpour, sprinting towards the hospital with all my might.

In the hospital corridor, I gasped for breath.

Rosy whimpered weakly in my arms.

Just then, around the corner, I caught sight of that familiar figure-Loren was accompanying Aya, his face filled with concern as they led Cupid for a medical check - up.

"Loren!"

At the sound of his name, Loren's body went rigid.

He slowly turned his head.

"Selina. Aya said Cupid hasn't been feeling well lately, so I accompanied them for a check - up. It was just a coincidence, I ..."

Aya wore a seemingly gentle smile on her face.

Then, when no one was looking, she suddenly dug her nails into Cupid's arm beside her with all her might.

Cupid yelped in pain and burst into loud wails.

Instantly, Loren tensed up.

He dropped to his knees in a flash. "Sweetheart, what's wrong? Where does it hurt?" he cooed.

I gripped Rosy's hand firmly.

At that very moment, as if a sudden afterthought had struck him, Loren finally lifted his head and, as if seeing us for the first time, inquired, "Selina, what on earth has happened to Rosy? Why are you both at the hospital?"

I managed to keep my voice level and nonchalant. "It's just a common cold. No big deal. But looking at Cupid, he seems to be in such agony. You should really rush him to see a doctor right away. His condition takes precedence."

Rosy, cowering behind me, her eyes a pool of dejection and bewilderment, stole furtive glances at Loren.

Just yesterday, Loren had erupted into a towering rage when someone dared to mock Rosy's artificial heart. But now, it was as if Aya and Cupid were the only ones who existed in his world, leaving Rosy and me in the shadows.

Loren's eyes flickered with a momentary hesitation , his lips parting as if on the verge of uttering something.

However, Aya let out a coquettish whine.

"Loren, hurry up and take Cupid to get checked. I'm just heartbroken seeing him like this."

Loren wavered for an instant, his gaze darting between me and Rosy.

In the end, he heaved a barely perceptible sigh and turned around.

With utmost care, he scooped up Cupid in his arms and hastened towards the consultation room.

Tightening my grip on Rosy's hand, I murmured softly, "Come on, my love. Let's go."

The doctor's face was solemn as he held the examination report tightly. "Miss, I'm afraid we have a serious situation here,".

"Rosy's body is severely rejecting the artificial heart."

I felt a lump form in my throat.

"How bad is it?" I managed to ask.

The doctor's eyes met mine, filled with concern.

"Very bad. We need to find a compatible artificial heart donor and perform a replacement as soon as possible. We only have one week."

"A week?"

" How are we supposed to find a donor in such a short time?"

The doctor sighed. "I understand this is difficult news, but it's crucial we act quickly. We'll do everything we can on our end, but you should also start reaching out to potential donors. Time is of the essence."

In an instant, my world spun wildly.

I wobbled, on the verge of collapsing to the ground.

"How could this be... How could the rejection happen suddenly..."

At this moment, Loren was still completely preoccupied with Cupid's matter, utterly unaware of Rosy's dire situation.

Back home, I locked myself in the room.

I frantically searched for information about artificial hearts online.

My fingers trembled as I dialed the numbers of major hospitals, my voice pleading as I asked if there were any compatible hearts available for transplantation.

However, time and time again, disappointment echoed from the other end of the line.

Each time I hung up the phone, my heart felt as if it were being struck hard by a sledgehammer.

Late at night ,I sat at the desk, which was littered with piles of documents. My eyes, bloodshot and weary, were fixed intently on the information about artificial heart donors on the computer screen.

My fingers flew across the keyboard, a desperate attempt to pluck a glimmer of hope from the vast expanse of the internet and secure a chance at life for Rosy.

Just then, the screen of my phone suddenly lit up, and the shrill notification sound shattered the deathly silence in the room.

It was Aya who had updated her Monuments.

What greeted my eyes was a scene of bustling activity at an amusement park. Aya was nestled tightly in Loren's arms. And Cupid, standing nearby, stared straight into the camera with his overly bright eyes. The family looked so harmonious and joyous.

My breath quickened, and before I could recover from this intense stabbing pain, Rosy, who had been sitting on the sofa watching cartoons, seemed to sense something amiss.

She walked over with the tablet in hand.

Her small hand, almost involuntarily, zoomed in on the photo, and she stared intently, over and over again.

"Mama, is Daddy going to be someone else's daddy?"

Forcing back the tears, I quickly flipped the tablet face - down and tried my best to make my voice sound gentle.

"Rosy. Mommy will accompany you back to your room to sleep."

Loren didn't come back all night.

As soon as the sky began to lighten with the first rays of dawn, I got up early.

I gently woke Rosy, trying not to make a sound, and started to prepare for our departure.

Rosy, still sleepy - eyed, was sensible enough not to ask too many questions and silently cooperated with me in packing our things.

Then, there was a noise at the door, and I see Loren standing outside with Aya and Cupid.

Loren was carrying several large boxes in his hands,all Aya and Cupid's belongings.

He was slightly taken aback when he saw our suitcases.

"Selina, where are you two going?"

"Rosy hasn't been in a good mood lately. I'm planning to take her on a little trip in a couple of days to cheer her up."

Aya lifted her chin.

"Hmph, going on a trip? Could it be that you know you can't keep your man and are trying to slink away in shame?" she sneered.

I clenched Rosy's hand tightly. I simply ignored her.

Loren immediately rushed to lead the two of them upstairs with an eagerness.

Ten minutes later, a shrill cry of a child suddenly pierced the air from upstairs.

I dashed barefoot up the stairs, straight into Rosy's room.

The sight that met my eyes set my blood boiling.

There stood Cupid, right in the center of the room.

In his hand, he was wildly waving the teddy bear that Rosy cherished above all else.

This bear was a gift I'd given Rosy after her unexpected recovery.

Cupid, not only tugged violently at the bear's arm but also deliberately paraded it right in front of Rosy, muttering scornfully, "What's so great about this lousy bear? It's better off with me!"

Rosy, clad in her pajamas, stood nearby with her hands outstretched helplessly.

"That's my teddy bear! Give it back to me, give it back..."

At the sound of my footsteps, Rosy looked up.

"Mommy, he took my teddy bear! Please get it back for me..."

She wept so pitifully, her small body quivering.

Almost instinctively, I lunged in front of Rosy in an instant, shielding her tightly in my embrace.

I glared at Cupid with eyes ablaze.

Cupid stumbled, his foot slipped, and he landed with a thud on the ground. The teddy bear in his hand tumbled aside, and he immediately let out a piercing wail, crying at the top of his lungs.

At that moment, Aya and Loren rushed in hastily.

The moment Aya entered the room, she dashed straight to Cupid's side, scooped him up in her arms.

She sobbed to Loren, "Loren, look at Selina! How could she treat Cupid like this? She's scared the poor child half to death!"

Just as I was about to open my mouth to refute, I met Loren's bewildered gaze.

Loren whipped his hand up with lightning speed.

With a resounding "slap," a heavy blow landed across my face.

I staggered, and my cheek immediately flared with a searing pain.

"You've gone too far! Selina, take your child and get out of this house right now!"

I stared at the man I had once loved deeply in utter disbelief.

Tears welled up uncontrollably and streamed down my cheeks.

Rosy, terrified, burst into loud sobs and clung tightly to my leg.

I picked up the toy teddy bear that Cupid had carelessly tossed aside on the floor.

Gently, I patted off the dust and then held it close to my chest.

I crouched down, wiped the tears from Rosy's face, and whispered softly, "Don't be afraid, my love. Mommy's here."

Rosy nodded, her body wracked with sobs.

In a voice choked with tears, she said,

"Mommy, let's go. I don't want to be here anymore."

Just then, Aya exclaimed,

"Cupid's heart is acting up a bit.Loren, could you please get our luggage and I will get Cupid down."

Loren rushed downstairs.

Aya turned around.

Her eyes widened to the size of copper bells.

She leaned forward, almost pressing her face against mine

"Selina, take a good look at Cupid's heart. Doesn't it look 'just right'? The doctor initially claimed that Cupid's heart was so damaged that there was almost no hope. But Loren, as soon as he heard about it, was extremely concerned. He scoured the whole pack non - stop, searching for a suitable organ donation. "

"Well, believe it or not, this newly transplanted heart fits like a glove. Cupid doesn't have any rejection symptoms at all. Now he's full of energy, much healthier than before. Guess whose heart it is?"