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.

mask and told us, "The baby was breech, so we did an emergency C-section. Everything went smoothly. The mom gave birth to a 6-pound baby girl. Both mom and baby are safe." Hearing that,

moved Sophie to a ward. She lay there,

tiny bundle next to her. Maybe

it and grabbed a tissue to wipe her tears. "Don't cry. Crying right after

but I cried a ton when I had a miscarriage. When I looked up, I caught Ethan's gaze. Maybe he was thinking the same thing

Sophie laughed through her tears and then cried through her laughter. Ethan hired a postpartum nurse to take care of her and the baby. A week later, Sophie was discharged and went home. Ethan and I went to visit

red skin when she was born, but after a week, she

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

bit. It made me feel all

like Ethan was at least someone who knew right from wrong. No matter what was between him and Richard, he wouldn't take it out on Sophie and her baby. That's what a real gentleman should be. Ethan actually had a really soft side, just like now, holding the baby, his posture

name her. He

baby, even if Richard didn't like the

her daughter a

but Sophie says she's really chill.

said, "Babe,

totally caught me

a few days

said, "He already has a

and cracked the car window a bit, saying

both his grandsons?" I kinda guessed the

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

never acknowledged Linda, he wouldn't acknowledge Linda's kid 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 into the driveway, and Ethan turned off

stubbed out the cigarette, turned to me, and half-jokingly asked, "Babe, be honest, have you been

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

seemed to guess what I was about to

"Why?"

he said

isn't

closer. "What's so

since he brought up this topic, it felt

I finally decided to sneak off to the hospital for a check-up without telling

across from the doctor. The female doc, looking all serious, held the test report, adjusted her gold-rimmed glasses, and asked, "Have you had a miscarriage before?" Hearing her question, my heart clenched. "I had an induced abortion