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.

in the helicopter, she breathed a sigh of relief, knowing she was temporarily safe. The relentless waves of pain continued to crash over her, unbearable in their intensity, leaving her dizzy

airlifted, but they

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 she

she was forced to close her eyes. Just as they reached 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 voice

to open her eyes. As her gaze met Luther's impeccably chiseled features, his face exuding endless

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 to the hospital. But upon

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 the helicopter

a grave mistake, he rushed back home, only to hear from the control tower that an airlift had brought a pregnant woman, Joyce, to the hospital. Hastening to

concerns for now; the most pressing matter was the

Jocelyn," Joyce squeezed Luther's hand with all her might, "You will

a wave of emotion, Luther choked back his words. His wife was about to give birth, facing danger, yet still thinking of him. What

I will accompany you into the delivery room. Stay strong, you and the

exhaustion, uttering a

on sterile clothing before allowing him to enter the delivery room. Joyce was already

weak, prepare for a cesarean section. Why hasn't the fetal heart monitor been

connect the fetal

get the General some

medical staff were anxious; after all, the General was no

the preparations were finally complete, Luther held