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.

so we did an emergency C-section. Everything went smoothly. The mom gave birth to a 6-pound baby girl.

a ward. She lay there, looking totally wiped out,

at the tiny bundle next to her. Maybe

her tears.

miscarriage. When I looked up, I caught Ethan's gaze. Maybe he was thinking the same thing because his eyes

so tough." Sophie laughed through her tears and then cried through her laughter. Ethan hired a postpartum nurse to take care of her and the baby.

skin when she was born, but

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

a bit. It made me feel all kinds of

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

to name her. He

If Ethan named the baby, even if Richard didn't like the baby, it

gave her daughter a

can be super noisy, but Sophie says she's

said,

caught me off

few

"He already has a great-granddaughter,

bit, saying softly, "He

Aren't you both his grandsons?" I kinda guessed

my dad's illegitimate son. Even though Linda eventually married my dad, my grandpa never acknowledged Richard as his grandson." Hearing that, I remembered something Victor once said. He'd

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 the engine but

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

to suspect. I swallowed hard and shook my head. "I haven't. I was just thinking,

to guess what I was about to say and cut

"Why?"

curled up, and he

isn't up to him to

my disbelief, Ethan suddenly tightened his grip on my waist, pulling me closer. "What's so hard about having a couple of kids?

I couldn't bring myself to smile. Ever since he brought up this topic, it felt like a

I finally decided to sneak

across from the doctor. The female doc, looking all serious, held the test report, adjusted her gold-rimmed glasses, and asked, "Have you had