When Nancy Sutton turned her head, she saw a young mother and an elderly woman. The young woman was holding onto her arm, her voice sharp and piercing.
"Why are you holding my child?!"
Hearing this, Nancy Sutton frowned slightly and shook off the woman's grip.
"How can you prove that this is your child?"
Nancy had no reason to doubt the nurse's words, and she looked at the young woman suspiciously.
The young mother laughed angrily and pointed at her own face.
"Don't you think my son looks just like me? I also have a bunch of photos of him from birth on my phone."
Nancy Sutton: "Then take them out, don't just make empty claims."
The young mother was momentarily speechless, trembling with anger.
"I walked out and forgot my phone."
Nancy sneered.
"Oh, so you don't have it? I never expected to see child traffickers even in the hospital."
The young woman pointed at Nancy with a trembling finger, her eyes filled with rage.
