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Lilian finally calmed down. She seemed to blink her eyes open, but her vision was blurry, and she couldn’t see Cynthia’s face clearly.

Cynthia looked at Lillian, feeling a profound emptiness inside. An hour had passed since everything had happened, yet Cynthia’s mind was still a blur. Còntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org

Her mind was full of questions, “Why did someone open fire at the wedding? It was clear that the shooter was aiming for her. Why would Lillian recklessly take the bullet for her?”

Lillian regarded her as an enemy, having repeatedly set traps for her, falsely accused her, tarnished her reputation, and fought for everything she had. Cynthia thought they both hated each other to the core. Every meeting felt like a facade, a smile hiding a dagger.

But why? Why did she rush over and protect her at all costs? Why was she willing to risk her life to save her?‘ Cynthia was deep in thought.

Cynthia felt a profound sense of disconnection, even thinking that Lillian was unhinged. But seeing Lillian lying there, on the verge of death, her heart ached deeply.

The surgery was still ongoing, and the sight of the wounds was horrifying. Cynthia could hardly bear to look

Lilian was also very anxious, repeatedly murmuring, “How’s my child?”

The baby was quickly delivered. The nurse expertly cut the umbilical cord, but the baby didn’t cry.

Cynthia glanced at the baby, who was all bruised and purple, lying still with closed eyes. In her dazed state. Lilian seemed to sense something. “Where’s the baby? Is my baby alive?”

A nurse had already started the rescue efforts. She vigorously flicked the baby’s foot, turned him upside down, and patted his little bottom, but there was no response.

The baby was as limp as a ragdoll, letting the nurse handle him as she wished. The crowd’s expressions grew more and mon anxious.

The mother’s water had broken prematurely. The baby had been deprived of oxygen since being in the womb. Plus, the mother was shot. At this point, the chances of survival were slim

But the nurse didn’t give up, she kept trying different methods.

Lilian used all her strength just to catch a glimpse, not even caring about the pain. The nurse scolded at the side, “Ms. Sheppard, please stay calm. We can’t stitch the wound with you moving.”

Lilian felt dizzy and couldn’t see clearly anymore. Just then, a nurse suddenly shouted, “The patient is bleeding heavily, we are starting resuscitation!”

The operation room was chaotic. More people rushed in. In the end, Lillian never got to see the baby even once before she collapsed. Her gaze became vacant, and she loosened her grip on Cynthia’s hand.

Cynthia was pushed out by the nurses. The medical staff began to exert all their efforts to save Lillian.

Cynthia stood there in shock, her hands covered in blood. She felt like the world was spinning around her.

The machines were beeping continuously, and everyone was moving in front of her eyes. They were trying to resuscitate Lillian. Meanwhile, on the other side, the suffocating baby still showed no signs of response.

The nurse was stressed, firmly patting his back. “Come on, give us a cry, please!”

Cynthia had never felt so diggy. Everything she saw overlapped and swayed, with afterimages everywhere. The sounds–the doctor’s voice, the nurse’s words, the beeping of equipment–all blended into a blur.

She stood frozen in place, her hands and feet cold as ice.

Cynthia didn’t know what she was thinking at the time. Maybe she wasn’t thinking at all–just standing there, numb, waiting for a result.

Then, a baby’s cry pierced the air. The nurse attending to the newborn finally sighed in relief and couldn’t help but shed a

tear.

The baby’s cry was loud and strong, and with each wail, his face changed from a bluish tint to a healthy rosy color.

Because Lillian’s condition was critical and the severe bleeding from her wounds wouldn’t stop, her blood oxygen levels and ECC were nearly flatlining. They needed more personnel to assist.

The nurse swiftly grabbed a towel, expertly wrapped the baby, and placed him in Cynthia’s hands. “Ms. Jones, take the baby to the neonatal department on the 10th floor. He’s been deprived of oxygen for so long and needs a thorough examination.”

Cynthia finally walked out of the emergency room, holding a tiny, bruised baby in her arms,

The baby wasn’t crying anymore; instead, he was remarkably calm, as if he’d fallen asleep. Born prematurely, he was much smaller than a full–term baby, wrinkled in her arms like a little old man.

When Cynthia came out, both Jonathan and Filip walked up to her. They immediately noticed the baby resting in Cynthia’s

Filip was hesitant to approach. He stared at the baby’s bluish skin and lips, and the purplish spots still on his face. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing.

His lips quivered as he asked. “Is he… is he alive?”

„Cynthia was a bit confused herself. She had no idea how to holda baby. Since the nurse placed him in her arms, she ha

changed her position, and her outstretched arms were starting to feel numb.

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Cynthia said mechanically, “He’s alive. He was asphyxiated at birth and now needs to be taken to the neonatal unit for examination.”

Cynthia tried to hand the baby to Filip. “Filip, you hold him.”

Filip instinctively stepped back. “No, I’m too afraid.”

Filip was scared. Looking at that face now, he felt extremely conflicted. The baby was so wrinkled, like a little monkey, and he couldn’t tell who the baby looked like.

Earlier, when Lilian used the child as a bargaining chip to negotiate with him, he found it utterly absurd. He never thought he would encounter such a ridiculous situation.

But he couldn’t bear to leave this child. He was crazy for a moment. He had been eagerly looking forward to the birth of this child.

However, when the child actually arrived. Filip felt an inexplicable fear creeping into his heart. It was like the demons in his mind had finally taken a real form.

This child was born out of his own greed. He had no idea what consequences might follow, whether it would be a disaster or

Filip’s heart was in utter chaos. He didn’t even dare to take a second glance, let alone touch the child.

Jonathan, however, walked over and took the child from Cynthia’s arms, saying, “I’ll take him over there.”

Cynthia looked completely lost, handing the child over to Jonathan.

After Jonathan left, she leaned against the wall, her body slowly sliding down to the floor. She couldn’t care less about appearances right now; her mind was filled with images of Lilian being rushed through surgery.

Filip seemed to regain a little composure, asking hoarsely. “How is Lilian?”

Cynthia stared blankly ahead and said, “I don’t know, I have no clue.”

At that moment, the operating room doors suddenly swung open