Chapter 252

The air was thick with tension and the musky scent of sweat.

The moon’s glow filtered through the curtains, casting shadows that danced around the room.

Janet gritted her teeth, clutching the edges of the bed.

The pain started as a deep ache in her lower back, intensifying with each passing

moment.

“Westin,” she gasped, her voice strained, “I can’t…”

“Of course, you can…You can do this, baby.”

Westin caressed her forehead and whispered into her ears, “Think about this child, Janet. How much you looked forward to the birth of this child. Just a few hours and this child will be born….and we will be the happiest parents on earth…”

Janet sobbed with tears streaming down her cheeks.

Yes, this child was the only thing that she looked forward to during the last few months.

Her life would be an abyss of darkness if it weren’t for her child,

And she would meet her child. Very, very soon.

The contractions grew stronger, waves of pain crashing over Janet like a relentless tide.

“Ahh–!!!”

She arched her back, gasping for air between the contractions.

Beads of sweat dotted her forehead, and her body trembled violently.

Westin rushed to the bathroom and moistened a cloth with cool water. He quickly returned to her side and wiped her forehead, offering a small reprieve from the heat and strain.

“Breathe with me,” he instructed her. “Inhale…Exhale…”

He learned this breathing method from a maternal book.

He didn’t know that this would come in handy–because in their original plan, Janet would be surrounded by people much more professional than him–but he was now glad that he learned something from that book.

pattern helped Janet focus

was timing

it was time for

he kissed her sweat–drenched forehead, “Just a few

“…NO!”

screaming, delirious from the pain, “I can’t…I can’t do

know,” he gave his hand to her and let her squeeze it. “Squeeze my hand if it hurts too much. But you can do this. And I am right here

could, and pushed

She was so exhausted.

it stopped

could she be freed

was starting to

die on this bed giving birth to her

Very soon. Just keep pushing

she couldn’t help but let out another

room, where

heard that terrible scream. His face turned pale

once.

“O–Oh my god…”

over her mouth, eyes round with horrified tears, “Is–Is that normai? She sounds like she

by saying, “Relax Princess Belle, giving birth

going to be alright?” Belle asked

the crowd, desperate

could

them knew what was going on with

all

ridiculous!”

door and faced off with Clemente, “You heard her screaming,

by the door, blocking the only

he said,

knows what that dickhead was thinking! I for one don’t want Janet to end up dying on

neither!” Belle shirked,

Clemente’s chest heaved.

was struggling internally

still remained firmly on his

“Move aside, General Clemente!”

Clemente, “If the Queen dies on that birthing bed today, it will be your fucking responsibility! Do you really want to

an order. I will carry out

was worried

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