Regardless, no matter how thoughtful and caring Luna's servants were, they were not the child's father.
It was even because the people around her were not meticulous enough that she did not know whether the child was dead or alive.
Right when Luna was lamenting to herself, John's car arrived. Luna came to her senses and helped John help Anne to the car.
The car started moving. John was driving while Christopher was in the passenger seat next to him. Luna and Anne were in the backseat.
The traffic around the airport at noon was quite heavy. John's car inched forward slowly.
After half an hour, they finally got out of the ring road around the airport. John let out a long breath and started picking up speed.
However, he did not expect that speeding the car up would bring more trouble.
It was all fine when the car in front of them suddenly broke down. John's car could not brake in time, and h e crashed into the rear end of the car in front.
The car behind crashed into John's car, creating a serial crash accident.
The car was stuck in the middle, unable to move.
Right when John was about to get out of the car, Anne clutched her tummy.
"It hurts!" Anne's face was miserably pale. She sweated profusely and grabbed Luna's hand tightly.
"It hurts!"
Luna looked at her and exclaimed in her heart. Anne was going into labor!
Christopher, who sat in front, turned around and looked. He instantly furrowed his brows.
"Shoot. The crash has triggered her going into labor."
John instantly panicked and grabbed Christopher's arm. "Will she be fine?"
"It's not a big problem but not one to be simply brushed aside, either." Christopher furrowed his brows while taking Anne's pulse.
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