After a wealthy woman went bankrupt, her live-in husband became her sugar daddy.

Chapter 323 A Choice Must Be Made

I looked up, handed him the phone, and said in a slightly trembling voice, "Take a look for yourself."

Jiang Yichen took the phone, and his expression changed drastically upon seeing the photo. He knelt down, grasped my hand, and hurriedly explained, "Don't overthink it! She's Chen Ting, from our partner company. She did come to see me tonight, but I've already clearly rejected her. This photo was taken intentionally; don't be fooled!"

Seeing his anxious look, my doubts lessened a little, but I was still a little uneasy: "But... why is she clinging to you like this?"

Jiang Yichen sighed, sat down next to me, and gently touched my stomach: "Don't be angry, don't be angry, this is the most important moment."

"I know this is an important day, but I still feel insecure."

Since entering these final months, my emotions have become noticeably more volatile, especially this month.

I tried to calm myself down.

After a moment's thought, I leaned on his shoulder, feeling a little more at ease. But just then, a sudden, sharp pain shot through my stomach, and I couldn't help but furrow my brow, gripping his sleeve tightly with my fingers.

"What's wrong?" Jiang Yichen immediately noticed that something was wrong with me and asked nervously.

"My stomach...it hurts so much..." I clutched my stomach, cold sweat beading on my forehead.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, give it to me right away and I'll take you to the hospital."

The pain was so intense that I almost passed out, and I didn't have the strength to respond to Jiang Yichen.

Meanwhile, my grandmother was already asleep when she heard the news. She and Jiang Yichen immediately took me to the hospital.

The hospital corridor was bathed in a stark white light, as cold as ice. He stood alone outside the delivery room, frantic as a cat on a hot tin roof. He urgently notified my whole family, and Gu Bai was the first to arrive at the hospital: "How could this happen so suddenly?"

The disinfectant smelled pungent and went straight into his nose, but he didn't care at all.

"..." Faced with Gu Bai's questioning, Jiang Yichen remained silent, praying in his heart for the safety of mother and child.

He paced back and forth, his steps hurried and disordered, muttering to himself, "Why isn't it done yet? Why isn't it out..."

Right now, inside the delivery room, I am experiencing the most difficult moment of my life.

The pain of contractions came in waves, like a surging tide.

Each time felt like it was tearing my body apart. I gripped the sheets tightly, my nails almost digging into the fabric.

My knuckles turned white, and large beads of sweat rolled down my forehead, soaking the hair on my forehead.

"Push! Push harder!" the doctor's voice rang in my ears. But I only felt my strength slipping away little by little.

I wanted to respond, to do as the doctor said. But my throat felt blocked, and I could only let out weak, painful groans.

"I can't... I can't take it anymore..." I cried out in my heart in despair. Every contraction filled me with immense fear and helplessness.

I started to miss him outside the delivery room. I wished he could be by my side to give me strength.

He stood outside the delivery room, his brows furrowed, his eyes bloodshot, and his lips chapped and dry. He regretted not staying home with me during this time.

But he didn't notice at all that the clock on the wall was ticking slowly, and every second was tormenting him. His mind was full of all sorts of chaotic thoughts. One moment he was worried that I was in too much pain, and the next he was afraid that there would be complications during childbirth.

The unpleasant images kept flashing through his mind, and the more he thought about it, the more frightened he became; his heart was in his throat. He would frequently approach the delivery room door, pressing his ear against it, trying to hear what was happening inside.

But apart from the occasional faint sound, he couldn't understand anything. Every time he couldn't hear anything, his heart sank a little more, and he wrung his hands anxiously.

A nurse passed by and, seeing how anxious he was, said softly, "Sir, don't worry too much. Childbirth takes time, so please relax."

He forced a smile that looked worse than a grimace and nodded.

But as soon as the nurse left, he started pacing back and forth in the corridor, his hands clenched into fists, the veins on the back of his hands bulging.

By this time, the whole family had arrived at the hospital.

In the delivery room, I felt like I had reached my limit, and I could feel the doctors and nurses working hard.

But I couldn't muster any strength. Just when I was about to give up, his face appeared in my mind, and I remembered his usual care and love for me. "I can't give up. I want to watch the child grow up with him." I encouraged myself in my heart.

With my last ounce of strength, I let out a shout and felt something being pulled out of my body.

Immediately afterwards, a faint cry rang out in the delivery room. "The baby is coming out soon!" came the doctor's voice.

I didn't even have the strength to be happy; I just weakly closed my eyes. Meanwhile, he, standing outside the delivery room, suddenly heard a weak cry coming from inside. He froze, then his eyes lit up like lamps: "The baby's born!"

He was so happy he almost jumped for joy, but before he could even enjoy his happiness for a moment, the sound went silent again.

His heart skipped a beat. The joy that had just begun to rise vanished.

Instead, there was an overwhelming sense of fear.

"Why is there no news again? Has something happened? How is she?"

He paced back and forth outside the delivery room, muttering to himself. His legs went numb, but he couldn't feel them. Time seemed to drag on endlessly, every second an agony. He kept praying to God that he would be safe and sound.

I don't know how much time passed, but the door to the delivery room finally opened.

He rushed over and grabbed the doctor's arm.

Her eyes were full of panic and expectation: "Doctor, how is the situation now?" The doctor's expression was very serious.

He slowly removed his mask, revealing fine beads of sweat on his forehead, and a hint of helplessness and reluctance in his eyes.

"The child... but the mother experienced serious complications during childbirth."

"The situation is extremely critical."

"Now we face a difficult choice: save the big one or save the small one."

"You must make a decision as soon as possible." His face turned deathly pale instantly. As if all the blood had been drained from him, his body trembled slightly, his eyes widened in disbelief, and his lips quivered, but he couldn't utter a single word.

"Doctor, please, please think of another way."

"There must be another way, right?"

"There must be a way to keep them all safe!"

His voice was choked with sobs, a desperate plea as he gripped the doctor's white coat tightly, his knuckles turning white.

The doctor shook his head helplessly.

His face was filled with sorrow: "We have done our best."

"The situation is urgent, and there's not much time left."

You must make a decision immediately.