“Stop pretending. If you manage to give birth safely, then bow to Millie and apologize, maybe, just maybe, I’ll consider forgiving you.”
With that, he turned and ordered the others to take me to the delivery room. Then he took Millie, who feigned distress, out of the room with him, claiming she needed medication.
Moments later, I could only imagine what was happening in the other room. They had lost themselves to their passions and Peter now cradled the exhausted Millie, his eyes filled tenderness.
“Gia should have learned her lesson by now,” he murmured. “You don’t need to deal with her anymore. Have another doctor handle the operation and we can leave together after work.”
Just then, a male nurse burst into the room, his face pale with dread. “Doctor Peter, it’s bad! Something’s gone terribly wrong. Your wife, she’s in critical condition!”
