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.

trolley and saw three newborn babies

children are safe, Mr. Hamilton. One boy and

the children before he shifted his sight to the delivery room. However, he didn’t see

“The doctors are stitching up her

were finally laid to rest when he learned

about to let the nurse bring the babies into their room, he heard a gunshot coming from

the situation, he heard another gunshot, and the butler next to

man in a stealth outfit ascending the stairs

pushed the nurse and the trolley back into the delivery room. Then, as he rolled across the floor, a bullet

a small tranquilizer gun from

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

hit the

away quickly enough, I would’ve been dead! Jefferson panted twice before hastily bolting out of the room. He asked the doctors inside to

Then he dashed into his room, opened his wardrobe,

were shaking, the

so no one would notice. I can’t believe Arnaud still found me,

footsteps outside the room, he paid very close attention to the sounds. I think there are five people outside. There’s also a very

and pulled the trigger. A layer of sweat formed on his forehead as he sneaked up behind

two smoke grenades were

seconds later, thick white smoke spread across the room, which was

he saw a black figure in the smoke and pulled

but he immediately received a spray

hit in the arm when he changed position. Pain instantly

was only one foe left in the room. After his comrade died, he decided to shoot at an arc in front of

gun, Jefferson pounced

from the next room. It would appear the door

course, worried. However, his opponent was no ordinary

tall, and he beat Jefferson so badly, which disoriented the

coming from the other

mustered enough strength to shove his opponent away, grabbed his gun, and fired a round into

fell to the ground. A few drops of his blood splattered on Jefferson’s