Siemus and Frenchies were super fast in reaching the hallway. Their faces turned horrified when they found Isabella groaning in pain and was thrashing over the chair. Her face was pale with sweatdrops dripping from her forehead. Her one hand was holding the stomach and eyes buldged out in pain occasionally. Her breathing was coming out in rapid and multiple groans escaped from her pained lips.
She looked like she was going for the labour but it was still early!
Siemus ran over to her in a shot and started to check her temperature. Patting on her forehead, her anxious voice came out abruptly,
" Princess.. Princess..are you going for labour? Is the baby coming?"
