Entangled with My Cousin's Fiancé
Chapter 350: It’s as if she never existed

Chapter 350: Chapter 350: It’s as if she never existed

Little Gabriel was still asleep. This little one truly seemed like a tiny angel; even while sleeping, the corners of his mouth curled slightly, his sleeping face exuding sweetness.

"He was looking for you last night, cried for quite a while, and slept late." The postpartum doula said softly.

"Thank you for your hard work." Yolanda Greenwood pulled out an envelope of money and handed it over. "Take this and head back. You won’t need to return anymore."

"Huh? Ma’am, did I do something wrong?" The postpartum doula grew anxious immediately. Being able to care for such an angelic baby—she’d accept less money for the chance.

Yolanda shook her head. "It’s nothing to do with you. Thank you for everything these past days."

The postpartum doula wanted to ask more, but it was clear that Yolanda didn’t want to explain further.

"Alright, then." Left with no choice, the postpartum doula refrained from pursuing the matter further. As she left, she gently reminded Yolanda, "If you ever need me again, please don’t hesitate to call—I’d come immediately."

She reluctantly glanced at the little one lying on the bed. "This child, he’s truly an angel."

After sending off the postpartum doula, Lola Gold still hadn’t returned. Yolanda climbed into bed beside Little Ella, exhausted from the day, and quickly fell asleep.

In her dreams, surreal images flickered—everything that had happened during the day kept replaying like a nightmare, making it impossible to escape.

When Yolanda woke again, it was to the sound of a door opening outside—it must have been Lola returning.

She looked down at the little one in her arms and saw Little Ella had mysteriously woken up, her tiny hands grasping at the flower on Yolanda’s neckline. When Ella noticed Yolanda looking at her, she immediately gave a big, adorable smile that was beyond endearing.

"Good morning, Ella!" Yolanda quickly got out of bed. By this time, Little Ella was surely hungry, yet she hadn’t cried or fussed—making Yolanda feel a pang of guilt.

She went outside, boiled water, prepared formula, fed Little Gabriel, then returned to the living room.

Lola was seated on the sofa, her face ghastly pale, her lips devoid of color. Her eyes shut as she rested.

"Are you alright?" Yolanda sat down beside her and asked gently.

"I’m fine." Lola’s voice was hoarse as she spoke.

Yolanda frowned slightly, noticing a strong scent of disinfectant clinging to Lola—she must have just come from the hospital.

Yolanda’s gaze instinctively shifted toward Lola’s lower abdomen, and she quickly guessed what had happened.

"Lola!" When Yolanda spoke again, her voice was choked with emotion.

"Yolanda!" Lola opened her bloodshot eyes at last, which bore traces of sleepless pain. She wrapped her arms around Yolanda and cried, "I couldn’t sleep. I lay on that hospital bed, but no matter what, I couldn’t fall asleep. Whenever I closed my eyes, I saw a child covered in blood."

"It’s alright, it’s alright now." Yolanda patted Lola’s back gently, over and over. "It’s over now. It’s behind you."

"She must hate me," Lola sobbed, utterly broken. "I’m a murderer."

"She wouldn’t." Yolanda struggled to find the words to comfort Lola. "Right now, she’s not conscious enough to understand the meaning of being born into this world. If you couldn’t guarantee her life would be better after she came here, then the decision you made... might actually be the wisest."

Gradually, Lola’s emotions started stabilizing.

"Lola, let it go. Let’s start anew. Both of us—we’ll start over."

"What about you all? Did things work out in the end? Was Gabriel safely rescued?" Lola wiped her tears and asked anxiously.

"It’s fine, everything’s fine now. We’re doing well. Melissa Greenwood has been apprehended—everything’s falling into place." As Yolanda spoke, she grew visibly emotional too. "We can all move forward now."

"Yes, begin again, start over!" Lola nodded emphatically.

"You..." She hesitated, looking at Yolanda. "Are you absolutely sure about this?"

"Yes." Yolanda nodded firmly.

Lola hugged her once more, repeating over and over, "We’re going to be okay. We’re all going to be okay."

"We will. We will." Yolanda gently patted Lola’s back.

They talked a bit longer, and Lola said she wanted to go see Little Ella. "From now on, she’ll be my goddaughter."

"Alright." Yolanda nodded. "Go ahead. I dismissed the postpartum doula this morning. You can spend some time with her—I have some work matters to take care of."

"Sure." Lola headed to the nursery.

Yolanda returned to her own bedroom and took out the "Island" themed wedding jewelry she had been designing these past few days—a piece still incomplete and, to her dissatisfaction, far from perfect.

But time ran out—she couldn’t finish it.

Taking a deep breath, she dialed Sophie Taylor’s number.

"Yolanda?" Sophie was thrilled to receive the call. "You finally remembered to call me! When are we meeting up? Or maybe you can bring Little Ella by the office—everyone misses you!"

Yolanda chuckled softly. "I’m afraid there won’t be any opportunities for that."

"Hmm?" Sophie sensed something amiss and asked, "What do you mean? Yolanda, is something happening?"

"I resigned," Yolanda said calmly.

"What?" Sophie shot to her feet in shock. "Yolanda, are you serious? When did this happen? Why are you resigning?"

"It’s been a while—the company approved it." Yolanda tugged at the corner of her lips. "Oh, and that ’Island’ themed jewelry—I can’t finish it now. Please apologize to the client on my behalf."

"What? Yolanda, why are you leaving?!" Sophie was distraught. "What are we supposed to do without you?"

"Sophie, you’ve grown so much—you’re fully capable of leading the team forward in my place."

"No, I can’t do it! I can’t!" Sophie burst into tears, unable to control her emotions.

"Silly girl, don’t cry anymore. I’ll always remember you." Yolanda’s eyes grew misty too. Finally, she said, "I’ve sent the jewelry drafts to your email. Keep them for yourself if you want—the client probably won’t like them. Or you can show them the drafts and use their feedback to continue tweaking the design."

"I can’t. My skills don’t compare to yours—I’ll never get it right." Sophie had already given up on herself. "Forget it. I’ll just send the drafts to the client directly and let them decide what to do next."

Sophie kept questioning Yolanda endlessly, hoping she’d reconsider, but Yolanda had thought this decision through for a long time—there was no hesitation in her resolve.

After hanging up, Yolanda finally breathed a sigh of relief, as though everything had fallen into place.

Even if she left, nobody would need her. Slowly but surely, everyone would forget her—as if she had never been here in the first place.

Cooper Coldson received a call in the evening—Noah Coldson’s voice, solemn and heavy.

"Turn on the TV now! City Channel!" Noah said before abruptly hanging up.

Cooper happened to be in the living room. Full of confusion, he turned on the television. When the news report appeared, his eyes widened in shock, his legs weakened, and he collapsed onto the ground.