Waylen’s eyes were heavy.

He held his sister’s hand and nodded, “Okay. I won’t call Mark.”

The walls of the delivery room were totally white. There were also a pair of bright incandescent lamps in the ceiling above.

Cecilia was in excruciating pain.

But she bit down on her lip and looked up at the lights.

Tears streamed down the corner of her eyes, each tear reflecting the gleam of the light.

“Mark. Mark…”

she didn’t want to hear his voice or hear him

the call would be answered by someone else,

and she

in her mind, “Mark. I really hate

Edwin has

when I came to you and waited for you to accompany me to my antenatal

website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of

You know nothing.”

making her feel so dizzy that she didn’t even have the strength to miss and hate Mark anymore. With the series of contractions she was experiencing, it was clear that the child couldn’t wait to

sharp cry could be heard

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