Chapter 2422: Chapter 2422: Give Birth to the Child Safely
Butler Santana understood, but her eyes were filled with panic: "Is the mother’s condition bad? What’s happening?"
"The mother’s body is quite weak, she’s almost fainted several times, and the baby’s position isn’t very proper either. We must be prepared for both scenarios," the nurse said. "Please sign here, we will do our best."
Butler Santana shakily signed her name.
The nurse didn’t have time to say much more and left with the documents.
The panic in Butler Santana’s eyes deepened.
Please, let nothing happen!
Several times, she took out her phone to call Sylvan Cheney, but she didn’t know Sylvan Cheney’s phone number!
How can Mr. Cheney be absent at a time like this, how can he be absent!
Even if he’s on a business trip abroad, no matter which country, he could have made it back in these few days, where exactly did he go?
Jasmine Yale is about to have a baby, does he not look forward to it at all? Why isn’t he coming back?
Butler Santana was distraught, increasingly feeling sorry for Jasmine Yale. She must miss Mr. Cheney a lot...
Butler Santana still felt something was wrong.
During this period, she hadn’t seen Mr. Cheney, and Jasmine Yale rarely mentioned him proactively; what was going on? Has his personality changed after losing his memory?
Does he no longer cherish Jasmine Yale?
Now Jasmine Yale is lying alone on the cold operating table, and he doesn’t care at all? Even if they had a disagreement, they’ve been in the hospital for several days, and he hasn’t asked once?
At this moment, Butler Santana wanted to cry.
Tears filled her eyes, and her heart ached as if a hand was gripping it.
A woman giving birth is like walking through the Gate of Ghosts, it could be life or death. Even if the child is born well, half a life is lost.
Butler Santana hadn’t slept a wink all night.
The nurse hadn’t come out again, and the delivery room door hadn’t opened.
But Mrs. Kimberley and Mrs. Connor came to check in sometimes at night, offering her a few words of comfort before leaving.
Butler Santana’s heart was suspended all night.
In the morning, around seven or eight, Butler Santana was starting to falter.
She had no choice but to go to the hospital cafeteria to get something to eat, asking the nurse to keep watch for her.
She bought a bowl of porridge and a few buns.
The winter was too cold, and her fingers were icy, with no warmth in her body.
There was a flat-screen TV hanging on the cafeteria wall, broadcasting news from UT.
"The James Corporation leader, Mr. Kieran Janus, gave a speech on the development plan for the new financial district, outlining the ’three focuses’: focus on construction, focus on responsibility, and focus on development. Mr. Janus pointed out that the new financial district plan is the group’s most important plan this year, sparing no effort in planning."
Butler Santana felt much warmer as she ate the porridge.
Even though plain porridge lacks flavor, it can warm the heart at a time like this.
"The project launched smoothly at eight minutes past eight in the morning. At the launch ceremony, Mr. Janus stated that the new financial district will be fully managed by Evan, the president of the Cakago Branch. Mr. Janus expressed confidence in entrusting the new financial district plan to him, as he made outstanding contributions to the company over the past year, achieving remarkable results."
"Clatter," Butler Santana’s spoon fell onto the table.
She looked up in shock, eyes wide, staring at the flat-screen TV on the wall!
The TV wasn’t far from her, she could see it clearly!
She wasn’t deaf; she heard a familiar name, Evan...
It was, it was Mr. Cheney.
Butler Santana stared wide-eyed at the TV screen, mouth agape, forgetting to look away.
