It should be known that Fourth Master Swan had never been afraid of anything since he was a child.
Now because of Jeanne, he had become so wary.
As time went by, Jeanne's voice became louder and louder.
At first it was just a few grunts.
Thereafter... the screaming grew more miserable.
Dr. Jones just looked at Edward like this.
Watching him clenched his fists, motionless.
The cries in the delivery room were intermittent.
Once there was no sound, Edward would look up at the door.
It was not until the sound came that he relaxed a little bit. Even so, his face was full of worry.
It lasted this way for a long time.
It was past three o'clock in the morning when Jeanne entered the waiting room, and it was dawn now.
Dr. Jones looked at the time, it was past eight o'clock in the morning.
She was still in there, yet there was no cry of a child.
Still, Jeanne's intermittent shouts resounded in the villa.
