By now she felt exhausted.

And the tiredness threatened to overwhelm her.

But this persistent voice kept calling and calling.

She thought how nagging.

But the persistent nagging seemed to be reviving her, little by little…

Inside the hospital, the harsh glare of the overhead ceiling lamp illuminated the bustling activity of doctors and nurses.

Amidst the urgency, a doctor approached the waiting area with a grave expression.

“Where is the patient’s family? We need someone to sign the operation agreement.

“I’m her brother.

Let me handle it.

” Erick stepped forward, his voice tense with worry.

The doctor explained Raegan was in urgent need of a cesarean-section.

“Is it… Is it dangerous?” Erick hesitated, still clutching the pen.

With grave seriousness, the doctor delivered the stark reality.

“Her water broke some time ago, and there’s no amniotic fluid left.

Every moment counts now, or the baby could suffocate.

And she’s about to give birth.

Why isn’t anyone by her side?”

Erick remained silent.

The doctor, without further words, disappeared behind the door, clutching the signed operation agreement.

Outside, only Mitchel and Erick lingered in the tense silence.

Mitchel’s gaze bore into Erick, sharp as a dagger.

“Where’s Stefan? Is this how he acts as a husband?”

Erick’s eyelids fluttered, a nervous tic betraying his unease.

How could he admit to Mitchel that Raegan’s wedding with Stefan was a facade, a sham they maintained for appearances?

Just as Erick was about to conjure up an excuse, Stefan rushed in, his expression fraught with worry.

“Where’s Raegan?”

Before Erick could respond, Mitchel’s fist connected with Stefan’s jaw with a resounding thud.

Stefan staggered back, heavy shock etched on his face.

“Explain to me why you, as a husband, left your pregnant wife alone at home,” Mitchel demanded with fury blazing in his eyes.

“You better give me a damn good reason, a reason that might just save your sorry life!”

Stefan could only stand there, speechless, consumed by self-blame.

It was his fault entirely.

His negligence led Raegan to eat improperly, and it hastened her labor by at least ten days.

If only he had been more vigilant, perhaps this crisis could have been averted, postponed at the very least.

Stefan wanted to lash out at himself, to punish himself for his incompetence, far more than Mitchel ever could.

But as Stefan remained silent, Mitchel’s patience wore thin, and blows rained down upon Stefan’s face and body, one after another.

Unable to stand idly by, Erick stepped forward to desperately plead with Mitchel, “Mitchel, please, calm down!”

Admitting the truth about their fabricated marriage was out of the question.

Stefan hadn’t spent a single night alone with Raegan.

But Mitchel brushed Erick off with a cold glare.

“What? Are you going to defend this man who clearly doesn’t give a damn about your sister?”

“No, it’s not like that…” Erick stuttered.

He struggled to replace the right words.

He wanted to explain that Stefan wasn’t to blame.

Stefan wasn’t truly Raegan’s husband and had no obligation to be by her side.

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