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.

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, I let out a huge sigh of relief. I

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

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

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

had a miscarriage. When I looked up, I caught

I can finally hold her. Do you know? This whole thing was so tough, so tough." Sophie laughed through her tears and then cried through her laughter. Ethan hired a

she was born, but after

middle-aged lady

even held the baby for a bit. It made me feel all

take it out on Sophie and her baby. That's what a real gentleman should

have a name yet, and Sophie asked Ethan to name her. He didn't; he said the baby's

Ethan was right. If Ethan named the baby, even if Richard didn't

daughter a temporary nickname,

but Sophie says she's really chill. She just eats and sleeps,

Ethan suddenly said, "Babe, let's have

caught me

called a few days ago, asking when he could see

"He already

window a bit, saying softly, "He never acknowledged Richard's identity,

both his grandsons?" I kinda guessed

cigarette, the smoke drifting in front of him. "Because Richard is my dad's illegitimate son. Even though Linda eventually married my dad, my grandpa never

Martin 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,

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

I hadn't gotten pregnant, so it was normal for him to suspect. I swallowed hard

to guess what I was

"Why?"

and he said arrogantly, "Because I'm

isn't

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

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

decided to sneak

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