My Love Until the Last Goodbye by Alut

Chapter 1141

After two hours of waiting, Lucius had practically carved an invisible path from pacing back and forth. No one came out to tell him anything. He just wanted to know if his wife and their baby-boy or girl-were okay. The baby's arrival was way too early, and during the last checkup, they hadn't even been able to tell what it was going to be.

Lucius looked anxious-clearly distressed. He didn't know what to think or what else to do. He kept asking the nurses, but the answer was always the same:

"You'll have to wait until the doctors come out and give you an update."

A few more minutes later, Angela arrived running with a bag slung over her shoulder. She looked a little disheveled from how quickly she'd tried to get there.

"Lucius, honey! How are they? What have they told you? What happened?" she asked as soon as she reached him.

"Nothing...! They haven't told me anything!" he said, anguish written all over his face.

"What do you mean, nothing? Wait here. You're the father-you should be in there for the birth, if the baby's really coming. I'll go find out what's going on."

Angela, with her usual fierce personality, never needed to throw her name around —she just had to stand her ground when it came to protecting those she loved.

Hayward was admitted to the ER, and we haven't heard a thing. As far as we know, she was about to give

but we don't have that information... You'll need to wait for

for over two hours without knowing anything? And if the baby's born already, isn't that young man sitting over there supposed to be in the delivery room with his

but

said Angela, pulling out her phone, finding a contact, and calling. "Marcellus, sweetheart, I hate to bother you, but I've got a problem here with the service at your hospital..." she

going on, Angela? Tell me, how can I help?" came the voice of a man on

my dear, I have a patient here-she's

admitted with signs of preterm labor, and no one will give us any updates. We've been waiting

owner and a longtime friend of Anthony Moriarty. They'd been

understand your concern, Angela, and that's not how we operate. Let me speak with the hospital director. Give me five minutes and

"Thanks, Marcellus."

sorry for the inconvenience. I'll get on it right now-and if needed, I'll come

Angela, but said nothing. Barely five minutes passed before the hospital director appeared in front of