"Is it true... that... that I am going to give birth??"
Emmelyn grabbed the old man's collar and pulled it hard. She immediately panicked.
How... how could she give birth this early?
She thought she still had two more months. Even if her husband would need more time to locate the witch and killed her, that the back and forth journey would take three months, Emmelyn would still be eight months in by the time he came back.
They still had time to be together and prepared to welcome their first child. But apparently... her stress triggered her to go into early labor?
Gosh...
Oh.. oh, oh... the pain was so unbearable. Emmelyn bit her lip so hard, now it was bleeding.
At that moment, Emmelyn felt like she wanted to kill her husband if he was within her reach.
Why..? Why did he have to go? His chivalry looked so stupid now since he was not with her when she needed him the most.
