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.

from

something I shouldn't hear? Take it here, on

caressed her head gently and put the call on

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

face darkened, tension coursing through

promptly stood up, making way for

urgency tinged his voice. "What's going

moment, Cole emerged, his eyes fixed on Nathan, ready

Morrison,

abruptly ended. His expression turned grave as he instructed Mila, "Stay home.

walked past Mila, heading out with determined strides. Mila quickly

halted, turning to face her, urgency evident in his burning gaze.

his hand,

"Send Cole and