The Wrong Woman

Nathan couldn't fathom the consequences of the adhesion between the placenta and the uterine wall. With haste, he reached for his phone, eager to search online for answers.

Mila promptly stopped him, her tone reassuring. "Don't look it up. The internet is full of scaremongering. There's nothing to worry about."

Nathan's heart weighed heavy, his arm instinctively pulling her closer and planting a tender kiss on her forehead. "I've missed another check-up. I'm failing as a husband and father."

Mila's voice softened. "It's okay. I don't blame you. But when I'm giving birth, I need you by my side."

Nathan clasped her hand, bringing it tenderly to his lips. "I'll be there for you and our child, I promise."

"No matter how busy you are, I want you to witness our baby's first moments. And I hope the first person I see after leaving the delivery room is you." "I promise you, I'll never leave your side on the delivery day."

With a contented smile, Mila closed her eyes and leaned into his warm embrace. Nathan held her closer, enveloping her in his arms.

Suddenly, the phone rang. Mila picked it up and saw Fenna's name flashing on the screen. In that instant, all happiness seemed diluted as she handed Nathan the phone with a hint of displeasure.

the phone, Nathan tried to pull away from

expression sour. "Is there something I shouldn't hear? Take it here, on

Nathan caressed her head gently and put the call on

he could utter a word, Fenna's panicked cries filled the air.

tension coursing

for help, Mila promptly stood up, making way

urgency tinged his voice.

his eyes fixed

stranger's voice. "Nebula Plaza, top floor. General Morrison, if you don't arrive within half an hour,

as the call abruptly ended. His expression turned grave as he

determined

her, urgency

seized his hand,

and a