And The Daddy Is… The Infertile Guy?!

Chapter 83

Eve lay crumpled on the floor, her complexion ashen, clutching at her chest before consciousness slipped away from her.

Gwendolyn’s face set in a mask of determination as she rapidly hit the emergency call button beside the hospital bed.

“Mrs. Lopez!”

“Mrs. Lopez, wake up.”

With the urgency of the situation and the nursing staff thinly spread during the lunch. break, Gwendolyn carefully laid Eve flat on her back. Eve’s breaths were shallow, her heartbeat dangerously slow.

Placing the heel of one hand in the center of her chest, Gwendolyn positioned her other hand on top and began CPR.

“1001! 1002!” She counted out loud with tense focus until a nurse arrived to assist and call for the cardiology team.

“Get the oxygen mask on her and attach the electrode pads.”

“Right! Gwendolyn, keep it steady!” the nurse said, kneeling to prepare the equipment. In these moments, no one dared interrupt a trainee executing life–saving measures.

“No need for defibrillation! Keep up the compressions!”

minutes were

dotting her forehead, Gwendolyn pressed down firmly and rapidly.

with anticipation. Suddenly, the

hands, collapsing onto the floor, exhausted.

for oxygen therapy. Run a

Gwendolyn slumped into

back onto the bed and subjected to a series of tests, but no other

that led to the cardiac arrest.

really,” Eve murmured, regaining consciousness with embarrassment. “I

my legs again and wanted to see

under the skilled care of

her stability, the doctors and nurses left, entrusting Gwendolyn to

rhythm of the

Eve spoke weakly from

the tight straps of her mask, Gwendolyn advised, “You should consider hiring a caregiver, Mrs. Lopez. Next time, luck might not be on your side.” She wasn’t a critical patient, and with her cantankerous nature, the medical

want to go home. Every corner of that house reminds me

I used to pray for him daily, and it felt right.”

love for her husband

she had missed him