Dear Sweetheart

Chapter 592

In the darkness, Rayna heard Jefferson’s usual warm voice. “Santa Claus will definitely grant your wish.”

She knew he was just comforting her and closed her eyes.

Sometime after she fell asleep, she felt herself sweating profusely and was eventually woken up by her rising body heat. Then, she felt the pain coming from her slightly wet lower body.

With some effort, she reached out to touch her crotch and felt hot liquid flowing out of her. “Jefferson! I think my water just broke. Call the doctor…”

Jefferson instantly woke up and headed to the next room to call for the doctors.

For the past few days, the doctors had been staying up at night preparing for that very moment. Upon receiving their orders, they changed into surgical gowns in the sterile room. Then, they transferred Rayna to the delivery room and asked Jefferson to stay outside.

Five doctors monitored her condition very closely and carefully throughout the entire process. “Prepare for operation!”

Jefferson anxiously paced back and forth outside of the delivery room.

When he recalled the agony he saw on Rayna’s pale countenance, he felt his heart clench and his breathing stop.

Even though he didn’t believe in any gods or religion, he still prayed to any higher power for Rayna’s safety.

The butler spoke in a small voice. “Calm down, Mr. Hamilton. There are five doctors inside the room taking care of her. She’ll be fine. Besides, she’ll need your company after the delivery is over. You mustn’t lose your cool.”

In response, Jefferson took in a deep breath and forced himself to calm down. “I’m not losing my cool. I’m just afraid. Even with cesarean section, it’s not easy for a woman to give birth to her babies. I’m worried about my Belle.”

Then, he asked, “Are five doctors enough? Should I invite a few more here?”

“That’s enough, Mr. Hamilton,” the butler said. “Bringing more doctors here isn’t going to help with the situation. Drink some water and compose yourself.”

Jefferson grabbed a glass of water from the butler and emptied it in one go. Still, he paced back and forth in front of the delivery room. Occasionally, he would anxiously press his ear on the door to listen to the sound inside.

For an hour, he stood in front of the room.

After a long wait, the door to the delivery room was finally opened. Then, a nurse pushed a trolley out.

delay, Jefferson rushed over to the trolley and saw three newborn babies wrapped in a blanket lying

nurse assured, “All three children are safe,

before he shifted his sight to the delivery

nurse replied, “The doctors are stitching up her wound. There

finally laid to rest when he learned

was about to let the nurse bring the babies into their room, he

he could react to the situation, he heard another gunshot, and the butler next to him fell to the

ascending the stairs with a gun and murderous

room. Then, as he rolled across the floor, a bullet exploded on the spot he

pulled out a small tranquilizer gun from his pocket and

the trigger, a tranquilizer dart struck his forehead, and he collapsed to the

hit the

out of the room. He asked the doctors inside to block the door as he grabbed the

the magazine, he dismantled the firearm to prevent the assailant’s companion from picking it up. Then he dashed into his room, opened his wardrobe, and

shaking, the

new location. Heck, I even did it after midnight so no one would notice. I can’t believe Arnaud still found me, even though this is a pretty secluded location. Just as his

very close attention to the sounds. I think there are five people outside. There’s also a very faint “crack” sound… Wait, something’s

trigger. A layer of sweat formed on his forehead as he sneaked

two smoke grenades were lobbed into the

across the room, which was followed by the footsteps of someone stepping

the footsteps, he saw a black figure in the smoke and pulled the

target went down as expected, but he immediately received a spray of bullets from

was, he was still hit in the arm when he changed

the room. After his comrade died, he decided to shoot at an arc in front of him instead of searching for Jefferson since

reloaded his gun, Jefferson pounced toward

the next room. It

course, worried. However, his opponent was no

tall, and he beat Jefferson so

coming from the other room

strength to shove

assailant’s hand fell to the ground. A few drops of his blood splattered