Chapter 78

Brandon rocked up to the hospital half an hour late, despite flooring it the whole way there and nearly getting a ticket for speeding. The distance wasn’t exactly a stone’s throw, and those damn traffic lights held him up big time.

The moment he pulled up at the hospital entrance, he bolted out of the car and made a beeline for the outpatient hall.

“Hey, could you point me to the maternity center?” he asked, breezing past the information desk.

“Sixth floor, take a right out of the elevator, you can’t miss the signs,” replied the nurse at the desk, gesturing politely towards the escalator.

“Thanks,” Brandon shot back, already on the move. He hit the escalator like it was a sprint, taking two steps at a time, and by the time he reached the sixth floor, he quickly spotted the maternity center, following the signs with arrows.

It was bustling in the maternity center that afternoon. The place was packed to the gills-from the information desk to the waiting room, with folks lined up to register, others queuing up to have their blood pressure taken or to get weighed, and a bunch waiting outside the fetal monitoring room. Not to mention the long benches outside each consultation room were filled with expectant mothers and their families.

Brandon scanned the sea of faces, some weary, some buzzing with anticipation, some downright giddy, but none of them were Sophia. He approached the nurse at the desk, his eyes full of concern, “Excuse me, has there been a pregnant lady named Sophia here?”

As he spoke, he jotted down Sophia’s name on a blank piece of paper on the desk. He then flipped out his phone to show the nurse their wedding photo, pointing at Sophia, “Is she still around?”

a door with lights

now.”

for a moment as he slowly turned to look at the maternity operating room.

tightly shut, the light inside was bright and clear, and the big red letters

furiously, his face taut, his eyes fixated on the door, unblinking. Concerned, she called out,

his head slightly, and then

the OR

was wheeling out a bed.

lying on the

black overcoat fluttering at the hem, his

the air, both eerily calm, so

was wheeled closer by the nurse. His calm eyes were

tears she couldn’t hold back, as she averted her gaze just a

his eyes shifting to the

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