Olivia Fordham And Ethan Miller

Olivia set her phone aside as soon as she finished, giving Cody cooperation.

“Mrs. Miller, I can’t perform surgery given the circumstances. You’re on your own.

“You have to push them out as soon as possible. Otherwise, the babies will be suffocated to death. Just push. Your cervix is open.”

Olivia could feel her babies’ heads falling downward. They were tossing and turning in her womb, possibly because of the absence of amniotic fluid.

Together, Olivia and the babies gave their last ditch effort like a fish flapping on land.

“Babies, you have to make it through this. Your father is coming to pick you up. You’ll be fine. Everything’s going to be alright. Mommy’s here. I will never give up on you guys, so don’t give up.”

Even though she had experienced this before, the second experience gave her more fear and pain.

Her whole body was shaking. She wasn’t sure whether it was due to fear or the cold.

The other line of the phone was noisy, but Ethan’s voice never fell into silence.

Hold

love you. I love you with all

fine,

“Liv…”

speak anymore. From afar,

a colony of ants. When one of them fell,

to hire so many mercenaries? What kind of grudges was the opponent holding against

if it was Leia, but her

wasn’t the kind of person to spend so

hand was digging the moist soil to stave the

lost their focus as she gazed

was as though time had returned to when she lost her

of the tragedy tonight? Would she lose

I can see the head.” Cody’s encouragement pulled her

dug into the soil. Olivia, who was sapped out of energy, gave her best to

one thing was in her mind-she had to give birth to them

this with you. You have to stay alive.