She wasn't even promised a wedding, yet she already saw herself as Mrs. Hayes? Was she really that convinced of her place?
"Let's just deal with this later," Dominic said, tossing a glance toward the hospital room. Right now, all he cared about was the baby. Everything else could wait.
For Emilia, it wasn’t just a premature birth—they were now looking at a difficult one, too.
"It hurts... it really, really hurts..." Emilia clutched the sheets beneath her, drenched in sweat. Through tears, she pleaded with the elderly doctor, "Please... can’t you do a C-section? I can’t take the pain..."
"No can do. We don’t have the equipment here,” the doctor replied, trying to encourage her. “And even if we rushed you to the main hospital, I doubt we’d make it in time. You’ve got this, just
