480 Premature Labor
Selma Payne’s POV:
I couldn’t bear to continue because tears of despair were already gathering in Carey’s eyes.
“So, you mean that this child is very likely to… To kill me?”
I didn’t know what to say as Carey gradually cried.
From a mother’s point of view, I didn’t want to kill a little life like this.
However, from a woman’s point of view, I was also confused and angry. Did mothers deserve to sacrifice for their children? Why did fate impose more suffering on a person like Carey, who was forced to become a ‘mother’?
If she kept this child, she would have to live in fear of death every day until the day of delivery. The next ‘price’ might even make her unable to wait until the day of delivery.
If she chose to let this child go, this would haunt her for the rest of her life. Perhaps she could never get rid of the guilt, even if the child was forced on her, even if the child could have killed her.
Carey sobbed. I stiffly tried to comfort her, but it was to no avail. I knew she didn’t need comfort now. Tears were Carey’s criticism of her enemy and the pressure she had accumulated to vent.
After crying for a while, she stopped crying. She showed unprecedented coldness as she stared at the void listlessly and sobbed. The intertwined tears cut her face into several parts under the dim sunset, which sent a shiver down people’s spines.
“… Will I die for sure?” After a long while, I heard her mutter.
“No, not necessarily. It’s just a possibility.”
Silence lingered between us again.
The sky turned dark. The servant brought the light over and then silently returned to the darkness.
ｆ𝑟𝑒𝐞𝚠𝒆𝚋𝚗૦𝐯ℯ𝙡. com
“If the child is born, can you control him?” Carey asked hoarsely.
“I promise I’ll do my best,” I said firmly.
“Alright then.” Carey suddenly laughed. Her laugh was desolate and sarcastic. “I still choose to keep this child, even if he might kill me.”
“You don’t have to force yourself…”
“I’m not forcing myself, Your Highness. I know what I’m doing,” she said firmly. “It’s not a hormone or anything else. On the contrary, I hate this child so much that I can’t wait to turn him into a pool of blood.
“Ever since I could remember when I was young, my life seemed out of my control. Poverty, loneliness, ill-intentioned relatives, and a cold society. In my childhood, I had no control over my life. I could only muddleheadedly go on under the arrangements of others. If they wanted me to drop out, I would drop out. If they wanted me to work, I would work. I was forced to give up on my dreams and end my unhappy childhood prematurely because I had no choice.
“After that, I could finally escape the person who controlled me. I thought the Lycan pack would be as wonderful as I had imagined that I could start over here. However, I fell into someone else’s trap and became a vessel, an experimental subject. This time, I can’t even control my own body. I became someone else’s possession, and no one asked me if I wanted to.
“Now, I think I’ve finally escaped and can live the rich life I’ve dreamed of. But fate played with me again – I’m actually going to die? Because of this weak, chaotic, rotten meat? Ha!”
Suddenly, she picked up the book and the cup on the table and threw them on the grass. The servants were about to step forward, but I silently stopped them.
Carey started crying again. She screamed and ran around like a headless chicken, pulling her hair. Her swollen body was on the verge of collapsing. I feared she would hurt herself, so I quickly, half-forcefully, and half-placatingly carried her back to the soft outdoor sofa.
“I just… I just want to make my own choice! I don’t want to be held hostage by anything anymore. I don’t want anything to decide my future! If my future will be decided by something else, then I’d rather die!”
Carey suddenly clutched her stomach and groaned. The sobbing and pain made it hard for her to breathe. She clutched her chest and struggled, and the veins on her forehead bulged.
“Someone, call the doctor! Hurry up!”
The medical team on standby in the Sunflower House immediately came forward to examine Carey. Not long after, Craig rushed over, but the news the medical experts brought back caught me by surprise.
“What did you just say?” I asked in disbelief, “Is Carey in labor? But she’s only seven months in, far from her due date!”
Craig frowned and said, “That’s true. It’s considered a premature birth, and her condition is very dangerous. Your Highness, you have to be prepared.”
“Prepared for what?”
“To kill two people.”
Medical equipment of all sizes turned Carey’s bedroom into a cold operating room. I couldn’t see what was happening inside, but Carey’s weak wails made my heart palpitate.
How could this happen…
I didn’t know how I moved, but when I returned to my senses, I was already sitting in the living room. The medical team and security guards were on high alert. Occasionally, a nurse would rush in and shout the names of all kinds of medicine.
Carey’s voice was getting weaker and weaker.
I stared at the tightly shut door, my hands trembling uncontrollably. I couldn’t help but pray silently.
