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!”

four minutes were within

dotting her forehead, Gwendolyn pressed down firmly and

Suddenly, the erratic

released her hands, collapsing onto the

for oxygen therapy. Run a check.”

Gwendolyn slumped into a nearby chair, staring blankly at her trembling

matriarch was shifted back onto the bed and subjected to a

been a simple fall that led to

fine, really,” Eve murmured, regaining consciousness

to

from hemiplegia was a possibility, and under the skilled care of Dr.

assured of her stability, the doctors and nurses left, entrusting Gwendolyn to keep an eye on her.

rhythm of the dripping

weakly from the bed, “It would’ve been

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 staff couldn’t always afford her the attention needed. Who could have anticipated

a caregiver. I only want to go home. Every corner of that house reminds me of

tears. “I miss him. I used to pray for him

her deep love for her

was no wonder she had