Chapter 1969: I Will Always Be By Your Side
Chapter 1969: I Will Always Be By Your Side
Joyce was overwhelmed by the sudden onset ofbor pains, shaking uncontrobly as waves of
intense pain washed over her, far more severe than she had anticipated, her breath growing fainter
with each passing moment.
She knew she couldn''t wait any longer; she had to get to the hospital immediately. And in this
moment, the only person she could rely on was Grayson. Clutching his hand tightly, her palms slick
with sweat, she gazed at him earnestly.
"Please," she implored.
She had never bowed her head to ask for help before, but for the sake of her children, she chose to
speak up. And with those two simple words, "please help," Clint''s hardened resolve finally cracked.
Unable to bear seeing her in pain, he relented. "Alright, I will take you to the hospital."
As the "Nightengale" helicopter soared into the sky once more, its course altered towards the
warlord hospital, they arrived within 10 minutes. Joyce, now curled up in the back seat, clung to
herself in agony.
Clint gently wiped the sweat from her brow with a tissue, his gazeplex as he looked down at
her. Just moments ago, he had contacted the control tower at the warlord hospital via a third-party
radio, securing a spot on the emergency helicopternding tform atop the hospital.
As the "Nightengale" helicopter touched down, medical staff were already waiting with a stretcher.
Clint personally carried Joyce off the helicopter, his hand pausing briefly as he set her down on the
stretcher. There was a moment of hesitation, a touch of reluctance, before he swiftlyposed
himself.
At this moment, Joyce was extremely weak, her eyelids heavy and hard to keep open. With great
effort, she whispered, "Thank you." Clint''s thin lips moved slightly, his expression even more
complex. Thank him for what? He was only using her for his own gain.
Against his own emotions, he turned and boarded the helicopter, leaving her with a cold parting
remark. "Joyce, we will meet again."
Not daring to linger, not out of fear of exposure, but of regretting missed opportunities, he took off
once more in the "Nightengale" helicopter, the thunderous roar of the des and the gusts of wind
from the propellers tossing Joyce''s long hair in the air.
Seeing Grayson depart in the helicopter, she breathed a sigh of relief, knowing she was temporarily
safe. The relentless waves of pain continued to crash over her, unbearable in their intensity, leaving
her dizzy with agony.
The medical staff at the control tower had initially received a message about an emergency
pregnant woman to be airlifted, but they had no idea it was Joyce. Only now did they realize, to their
astonishment, that it was the Lady General.
Stunned, they knew they could not afford any mistakes. Urgently, they called out to her, "Lady
General, hold on, we will take you to the delivery room shortly." Pale-faced, Joyce weakly nodded.
As she was transported downstairs, the jostling journey made her even more dizzy, the pain
clouding her senses. This was her first experience of childbirth, a brutal agony beyond her
imagination.
Fear and worry crept into her heart; for women, childbirth was akin to facing death''s door. And she
was carrying twins. The relentless pain overwhelmed herpletely, sapping her strength. How
would she manage to give birth in her current state?
The worry weighed heavily on her mind as her body grew heavier, her eyelids drooping. With no
one by her side, her concerns deepened. Exhausted beyond measure, she was forced to close her
eyes.
Just as they reached the door of the delivery room, she felt a warm hand sping hers. Trying to
open her eyes, she found herself too weak. Then, a familiar and gentle voice reached her ears.
"I''m here, don''t be afraid. Stay awake, I will always be by your side."
It was Luther! Joyce''s spirits lifted slightly, awakened from her pain, she summoned the strength to
open her eyes. As her gaze met Luther''s impably chiseled features, his face exuding endless
tenderness, a warm sensation filled her heart, dispelling the emptiness within.
Relieved to see Joyce awake, Luther finally let out a sigh of relief. He knew he had passed out in
the bathroom earlier that day, and it was Joyce who had brought him to the hospital. But upon
awakening, she was nowhere to be found. Inquiring with the doctor, he learned she had urgent
matters to attend to back home.
Feeling a sense of unease, he tried calling her, to no avail. Sensing something amiss, he contacted
the security at home, only to find the surveince system malfunctioning. It was only when the
helicopternded that the security team realized something was terribly wrong, but it was already
toote.
Realizing he had made a grave mistake, he rushed back home, only to hear from the control tower
that an airlift had brought a pregnant woman, Joyce, to the hospital. Hastening to the delivery room,
he saw Joyce being safely brought in, finally allowing himself a moment of relief.
With no time to spare, he set aside his concerns for now; the most pressing matter was the safe
delivery of their children.
"Luther... I found the microbe''s code... I have sent it home to Dr. Jocelyn," Joyce squeezed Luther''s
hand with all her might, "You will be alright, trust me."
Caught in a wave of emotion, Luther choked back his words. His wife was about to give birth, facing
danger, yet still thinking of him. What more could a husband ask for?
He nodded gently, "Let''s not talk about this now. I will apany you into the delivery room. Stay
strong, you and the children will be safe."
Joyce was on the brink of exhaustion, uttering a soft hum in response.
As the delivery room door opened, Joyce was wheeled inside. The doctors and midwives helped
Luther put on sterile clothing before allowing him to enter the delivery room.
Joyce was already on the delivery table, the anesthetist preparing swiftly.
"The General is weak, prepare for a cesarean section. Why hasn''t the fetal heart monitor been
connected?!" Dr. Gordon anxiously barked out orders.
A nurse hurried over to connect the fetal heart monitor to Joyce.
"Where''s the oxygen? Hurry, get the General some oxygen!" Dr. Gordon''s urgency was palpable.
The medical staff were anxious; after all, the General was no ordinary person. The pressure was
immense.
As the preparations were finallyplete, Luther held Joyce''s hand tightly, offering words of
encouragement.
"You''ve got this, I''m here for you."
Covered in sweat, Joyce nodded, mustering all her remaining strength.
Childbirth was a lengthy process, with each passing second and minute seeming to stretch on
endlessly. Inside the delivery room, tension and anticipation hung thick in the air.
No one knew how long they had been inside, nor if night had already fallen outside. It wasn''t until
the sound of a crying baby filled the delivery room, echoing joyously throughout the space.
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With tears in his eyes, Luther held his newborn sons, his heart bursting with pride.
"Congrattions, General, congrattions, Mr. Warner, you now have twin sons."
Ovee with emotion, Luther squeezed Joyce''s hand even tighter. "Look, our sons have been
born safely."
Joyce, on the brink of copse, managed a weak nod, stealing a nce at their newborn sons
before fainting away.
As the trantion lengthened, it became essential to provide a thematic statement regarding the
sensitive and emotional tasks of giving birth and supportive characters.