Sir Ares, Goodnight

It was up until she no longer had the strength to toss and turn. She was no longer fighting back as she lay on the bed, her breathing thin as silk.

She stubbornly exhausted herself and weakly told Sis Shirley, "I may not have much time left, Sis Shirley. I'll have to tell you a couple of things before I die."

Shirley knelt before the bed, her face drenched in tears. "Lil Angeline, please don't think that way. You'll be fine. How about I call Jay over, okay?"

Angeline refused her firmly. "No. Don't let him know about my current condition. If I die, don't let him see my remains and tell him that I passed on peacefully. That way, he'll feel much better.

"Also, Sis Shirley, I'm truly sorry I can't keep you company."

After finishing her sentences, Angeline lost consciousness.

Shirley wailed aloud, lamenting to the heavens, while Mrs. Yorks kept her composure. She placed her ear on Angelina's heart and said, "Shirley, she's not dead. Her breathing is steady as well. Her anxiety must've triggered all kinds of unrealistic hallucinations."

Shirley was immediately relieved.

intense shock, Shirley's stomach felt slightly abnormal, as if contractions would occur

I think you're about to give birth, Shirley. We

thought it was indeed not the right time

terrified of would always come

life. Just then, Sis Shirley's water broke. Mrs. Yorks was panicky as she exclaimed, "What

danger, she mustered up the strength that came out of nowhere to sit up. It was as

get a doctor. Take good care of Sis Shirley, Aunt

at Angeline in much astonishment and

Mrs. Yorks and Angeline both had their hands full. They hurriedly pack the necessities needed for Sis Shirley to deliver, and once the

Sis Shirley was quickly pushed into the delivery room, and they could

hovered outside while

held the frail and thin Angeline in her arms as

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Yorks stretched out her hands to tidy up Angelina's hair that looked like a chicken's coop. She had not gotten out of bed for seven days now, and just when Mrs. Yorks thought that she would never again b e able to get up, Angeline had stood up miraculously when Sis Shirley was about to give birth to