Beyond the Divorce

The tranquil and serene atmosphere of Pleca Park was suddenly disrupted by a horde of frenzied reporters, disturbing the peace.

They surged forward incessantly, snapping photos and causing a commotion, while the security guards tried to keep them at bay. The noisy chaos alarmed everyone.

Security at the Pleca Park had always been top-notch, with strong confidentiality measures in place. Outsiders usually couldn't approach us. How did those people manage to get in? When Ardie saw the situation, he stood up and commanded, "Let's head to the backyard."

At his command, we all rose and headed toward the garden.

Ivanna, who had been sitting quietly in the courtyard, suddenly called out timidly, "Lauren."

Both Lauren and I turned to look at her, noticing that her expression seemed off. She was cradling her stomach carefully.

Lauren also noticed something was amiss and hurried over to her, asking, "How do you feel, Ivanna? Are you alright?"

I quickly joined them, and Ivanna, biting her lip, grabbed Lauren's hand, "It hurts, Lauren... it hurts."

Lauren, then quickly asked Ivanna, "Is it

Ivanna shook her head.

Ardie, "Quick, call an ambulance. Anya, go to the annex

Anya

to Ivanna and reassured her. "Don't worry, Ivanna. It'll be alright. The

contact with the ambulance, fearing they might have trouble finding the entrance to the garden. Ardie rushed to

and unable to leave. The people at the gate showed

shouted in frustration, "Get out of the

how much Ardie shouted, those people

was damp. I looked at Lauren. "It

matters, turned pale.

After a brief examination, the doctor looked at me helplessly. "We need to go to the

Ivanna's hand, comforting her. "Don't be afraid, Ivanna. Everything will be

in pain involuntarily,