Unveiled: The Survivor's Triumph

Chapter 81 Let's Have a Baby Too

I couldn't keep Sophie up, and she eventually slipped to the ground. "Emily, it hurts so bad. Save, save my baby."

She clutched my hand tight, her fingers digging in. I was freaked out.

Her due date was still a ways off; it must've been all the earlier drama that kicked her into early labor.

Panicking, I screamed for help. A bunch of prison guards rushed in and carried Sophie out. As I left, I shot a look at Richard.

Richard had stood up at some point, staring where they were taking Sophie, his brow all furrowed.

Grabbing the phone, I looked him dead in the eye and spat out my anger, word by word. "Isn't that what you wanted if something happens to Sophie's baby? Or maybe you're hoping for two lives lost? That way, she'd never show up in front of you again to bug you. Richard, I've seen heartless guys before; this world ain't short on scumbags."

After that, I turned and bolted out, jumping into the police car. Sophie lay in the car, her face twisted in pain. Amid the blaring sirens, I remembered Richard's last deep and complicated look as I left. There was pride, guilt, pain, anger, and even hate.

"Emily, will my baby be okay?" Sophie's voice was so weak.

I could totally feel her panic. It was just like the night I lost my baby- I wished someone could just show up and save my baby.

I held Sophie's hand tight, trying to comfort her, "Don't worry, it's fine. We'll be at the hospital soon. You gotta be brave; you're about to be a mom."

We had to rush Sophie to the nearest hospital. After they took her into the operating room, I waited outside, feeling super helpless, and called Ethan.

Ethan showed up in less than half an hour. Seeing the sign above the operating room door, he sat down next to me, his big hand holding mine. "What happened?"

I quickly told him about taking Sophie to the prison. He didn't say anything after listening.

I lost count of how many times I looked at the operating room door, totally unable to imagine what was going on inside.

The hospital corridor was dead quiet, so quiet it made me anxious. I could only pray in my heart for Sophie and her baby to be okay.

Sophie was only nineteen; I begged God to be kind to her. "What happened between you and Richard? Why do I feel like he hates you?" I asked, trying to ease my inner tension.

Ethan's thumb gently stroked the back of my hand, lost in thought because of my question. "He hates me."

Before Ethan could say more, the operating room door swung open, and we rushed to meet the doctor.

emergency C-section. Everything went smoothly. The mom gave birth to a 6-pound baby girl. Both mom and baby are safe." Hearing that, I let out a huge sigh of relief. I glanced back and saw Ethan's brow relax

they moved Sophie to a ward. She lay there, looking totally wiped

looked at the tiny bundle next to her. Maybe thinking about Richard's coldness, her

tissue to wipe her tears. "Don't cry. Crying right after giving birth can mess up

a miscarriage. When I looked up, I caught Ethan's gaze. Maybe he was thinking the same

know? This whole thing was so tough, so tough." Sophie laughed through her tears and then

had red skin when she was born, but after

was this super experienced middle-aged lady who took great care of Sophie and

even held the baby for a bit. It made

matter what was between him and Richard, he wouldn't take it out on Sophie and

and Sophie asked Ethan to name her. He didn't; he

if Richard didn't

her daughter a temporary nickname,

is so adorable. I heard newborns can be super noisy, but Sophie says she's really chill. She just eats and sleeps,

suddenly said, "Babe, let's have a baby

totally caught

glanced at me, "My grandpa called a few

said, "He already

lit it, and cracked the car window a bit, saying softly, "He never acknowledged Richard's

his grandsons?" I kinda guessed

Richard is my dad's illegitimate son. Even though Linda eventually married my dad, my grandpa never acknowledged Richard

either. So even if Ethan and I had a kid in the future, the outcome would probably be the same. Our kid wouldn't be recognized by Victor. The car pulled

turned to me, and half-jokingly asked, "Babe, be honest, have you been taking birth control pills

so it was normal for him to suspect. I swallowed hard and shook my head. "I haven't.

Ethan seemed to guess what I was about to

"Why?"

curled up, and he said

that isn't up to him to

on my waist, pulling me closer. "What's so hard about having a couple of kids? We could have a

couldn't bring myself to smile. Ever since he brought up this topic, it felt like a weight had been pressing on my

days, I finally decided to sneak off to the hospital for

The female doc, looking all serious, held the test report, adjusted her gold-rimmed glasses, and