"Be a good father from now on," Chester said in a low voice. "It’s not easy for a woman to give birth. Treat her well."
"I will." Rodney nodded. "I suddenly feel like a different person. I have responsibilities now."
After more than ten minutes, Freya was pushed out of the delivery room. Her little face was pale, and her forehead was still wet. She looked drowsy and weak.
Rodney leaned over, and his heart clenched when he saw her. His thin lips moved, and he said, "Freya, are... are you okay?"
Freya's eyelashes fluttered, but she ignored him.
Rodney was upset.
The nurse pushed the hospital bed to the VIP ward and said, "Young Master Snow, please carry your wife t o the bed."
Rodney bent over and was prepared to carry Freya when she opened her eyes and stared at him in hatred. "Don't touch me."
Rodney's body stiffened. With so many people watching, he whispered in embarrassment, "How will you get on the bed if I don’t carry you? Freya, don't be s o strong-headed. You're at your weakest now."
"Even if I have to crawl over by myself, I won't let you carry me there."
Freya forced herself to sit up. She had just gotten stitches down there, so her body trembled with pain a s she moved.
Since Catherine had been through this before, she quickly held Freya up. "Eliza, let's carry her together."
With that, the two women carried Freya to the large bed.
Just then, Wendy came in holding the cleaned baby.
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