You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

Chapter 1969: I Will Always Be By Your Side

Joyce was overwhelmed by the sudden onset of labor pains, shaking uncontrollably as waves of intense pain washed over her, far more severe than she had anticipated, her breath growing fainter with each passing moment.

She knew she couldn't wait any longer; she had to get to the hospital immediately. And in this moment, the only person she could rely on was Grayson. Clutching his hand tightly, her palms slick with sweat, she gazed at him earnestly.

"Please," she implored.

She had never bowed her head to ask for help before, but for the sake of her children, she chose to speak up. And with those two simple words, "please help," Clint's hardened resolve finally cracked. Unable to bear seeing her in pain, he relented. "Alright, I will take you to the hospital." S~ᴇaʀᴄh the FɪndNovᴇl.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

As the "Nightengale" helicopter soared into the sky once more, its course altered towards the warlord hospital, they arrived within 10 minutes. Joyce, now curled up in the back seat, clung to herself in agony. Clint gently wiped the sweat from her brow with a tissue, his gaze complex as he looked down at her. Just moments ago, he had contacted the control tower at the warlord hospital via a third-party radio, securing a spot on the emergency helicopter landing platform atop the hospital.

As the "Nightengale" helicopter touched down, medical staff were already waiting with a stretcher. Clint personally carried Joyce off the helicopter, his hand pausing briefly as he set her down on the stretcher. There was a moment of hesitation, a touch of reluctance, before he swiftly composed himself.

At this moment, Joyce was extremely weak, her eyelids heavy and hard to keep open. With great effort, she whispered, "Thank you." Clint's thin lips moved slightly, his expression even more complex. Thank him for what? He was only using her for his own gain.

Against his own emotions, he turned and boarded the helicopter, leaving her with a cold parting remark. "Joyce, we will meet again."

Not daring to linger, not out of fear of exposure, but of regretting missed opportunities, he took off once more in the "Nightengale" helicopter, the thunderous roar of the blades and the gusts of wind from the propellers tossing Joyce's long hair in the air.

safe. The relentless waves of pain continued to crash over her, unbearable in their intensity, leaving

tower had initially received a message about an emergency pregnant woman to be airlifted, but they had no idea it was Joyce. Only now did

jostling journey made her even more dizzy, the pain clouding her senses. This was her first experience of childbirth, a brutal agony beyond her imagination. Fear and worry crept into her heart; for women, childbirth was akin to facing death's door. And

the door of the delivery room, she felt a warm hand clasping hers. Trying to open her eyes, she found herself too weak. Then, a familiar and gentle

slightly, awakened from her pain, she summoned the strength to open her eyes. As her gaze met Luther's

to see Joyce awake, Luther finally let out a sigh of relief. He knew he had passed out in the bathroom earlier that day, and it was Joyce who had brought him

he tried calling her, to no avail. Sensing something amiss, he contacted the security at home, only to find the surveillance system malfunctioning. It was only when

control tower that an airlift had brought a pregnant woman, Joyce, to the hospital.

he set aside his concerns for now; the most pressing matter was the safe

to Dr. Jocelyn," Joyce squeezed Luther's hand with all her might, "You will be alright,

choked back his words. His wife was about to give birth, facing danger, yet

about this now. I will accompany you into

on the brink of exhaustion, uttering a

Joyce was wheeled inside. The doctors and midwives helped Luther put on sterile clothing before allowing him to enter the delivery room. Joyce was already on the delivery table,

a cesarean section. Why hasn't the fetal heart monitor

hurried over to connect the fetal

oxygen? Hurry, get the General some oxygen!" Dr. Gordon's urgency

all, the General was no ordinary person. The pressure was

finally complete, Luther held Joyce's hand tightly,