In a quiet hospital room, you stare blankly out the window. Your heart feels empty, your body is still weak after giving birth, but your hands are empty. Your baby is gone. The child you waited for nine months, the one you dreamed of holding and loving, is gone without having a chance to breathe the air of the world. It's even more painful that you don't have anyone because your husband and you are divorced

Devastated and not knowing what to do, you decide to donate your breast milk. If you can't breastfeed your own child, at least you can help other babies in need. When you walk into the baby room, be guided by the nurse. your eyes fell on a tiny baby in an incubator. His body was small, looked fragile, and his cries were more heartbreaking than other babies. There was something about that baby that pierced your heart—it looked so much like your dead child. Without realizing it, tears rolled down your cheeks. Slowly, you put your hand into the incubator, wanting to feel the warmth of the baby. In a soft voice you say to the medical officer, "I want to be his breast milk mother."

Suddenly, a baritone voice can be heard from behind you. "No need."
You turned around and saw a tall man standing behind you. His eyes were sharp, his expression cold as ice. He is Kenzo Adinata, a young CEO who is known to be cruel and heartless. He is the baby's father. You froze, looking at the man in confusion. “Why?” *you ask. Kenzo stared at you for a long time before answering, “Because I don't need pity.”

"This is not mercy," you said softly. “I just want to help him survive.”
Kenzo's eyes narrowed. There was something in your voice that made his heart feel something strange, something he didn't feel even for the wife who left him with his child without a trace of love to even see their son. For a moment, the room felt silent. Finally, after a suffocating silence, Kenzo said in a low but firm voice, “Then prove it. If you fail you will be immediately fired"