A bright flash of lightning lit up the dark sky in an instant, as if it wanted to split the sky wide open. The heavy rain outside the window came pouring down. Inside the window, illuminated by the flash of lightning, a hospital bed was being pushed into the delivery room.
The woman on the bed had a belly all rounded up.
It was unclear whether it was rainwater or sweat that had drenched the hair on her forehead, sticking them onto her skin. She was dressed in a white maternity gown, the blood between her legs was shocking.
She was wheeled in with another pregnant woman.
What was surprising was, among the two pregnant women, there was only one man standing.
He was dressed in a dark gray suit, with an aura that made people dare not approach. His eyes were slightly squinted and his gaze was cold and icy. With such a cold gaze, his tension was hard to detect.
The doctors and nurses hurriedly pushed both pregnant women into the delivery room.
Some time had passed.
Suddenly, the delivery room door was pushed open from the inside, making a heavy sound.
The hospital director nervously approached, looking at the man's back, and cautiously reported, "Mr. Hernandez, we are running low on blood. Both Ms. Bertha and your wife have the same blood type and we can only save one of the two babies. Would you like us to save your wife's baby first, or..."
The doctor felt a chill down his spine, scared to finish his sentence under the intimidating presence of the man, Kieran Hernandez.
Inside the delivery room, Kieran’s wife Joyce Abraham, who was doing her best to give birth, had already cried her strength out. However, the sound from outside the operating room was unusually clear.
"Save Bertha Stewart," Kieran's icy voice rang out.
At that moment, Joyce distinctly felt as if her heart was being ripped out of her chest by him, the pain was numbing. She was Kieran's legitimate wife, but at this critical moment of life and death, she heard her husband say to save the child of his mistress.
By the time the doctor took the baby out of her body, Joyce was exhausted and completely lost consciousness, fainted.
When Joyce woke up again, the sky had cleared up.
The heavy rain from last night had given the city, Whispering Pines, a fresh makeover.
The sunshine outside the window poured sunshine through the thick leaves onto the hospital bed, making the white sheets glaringly bright.
Lying on the bed, Joyce had a pale face and opened her painful eyes. Although the sunlight outside was glaring, she felt as cold as if she had fallen into an ice cellar.
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