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    The absence of her mother had always left a bitter scar, and from childhood, she’d beenbeled as a motherless child. No matter how excruciating the pain, she was determined to endure it—for her baby’s sake. It was a belief she clung to fiercely, something that anchored her through every wave of difort.


    Throughout the ordeal, Brian never left Rachel’s side. Every wince, every painful gasp she made struck him deeply, and he wished with all his heart that he could take on the suffering for her.


    As Rachel’s pain intensified, she could no longer summon the strength to scream. Her hands gripped the bedsheets in a frantic, desperate hold, her body wracked with agony.


    Brian reached out, instinctively wanting tofort her, but she pushed him away with what little strength she had left. “You’ll get scratched,” she managed to say, her voice tight with distress.


    “It’s okay. Hold onto my arm, scratch, or bite if it helps,” Brian reassured her, his voice steady, though his heart ached at seeing her in such pain.


    Eventually, when Rachel’s cervix had dted to two centimeters and she was given pain relief, she felt as if the overwhelming agony had eased. The shift was profound—though still in pain, the intensity was now much more manageable.


    When she finally rxed, releasing her grip, Brian’s arm was covered in bloodied scratches, the marks shocking and disturbing to look at.


    Her voice was weak as she spoke, her eyes filled with guilt. “You should… take care of that.”


    Brian calmly adjusted his sleeve to cover the wounds, his expression unchanged. “It’s nothing,” he said, the calm in his voice masking the concern beneath. “I’m not in pain. I’ll stay here with you, right by your side, until you bring our baby into the world.”


    Time stretched on, hours passing in a blur. After more than ten hours, Rachel was finally ready to deliver.


    Before thebor began, Brian took her hand in his, offering words offort. “I promise everything will be fine,” he said, his voice filled with quiet determination. “I’ve brought in the best medical team. I won’t let anything happen to you or the baby. Trust me.”


    Rachel nodded, her voice barely a whisper but filled with deep gratitude. “Thank you.”


    As Rachel was wheeled into the delivery room, Brian hesitated momentarily, uncertainty weighing on him. Finally, he gathered the courage to ask, “Rachel, may Ie in with you?”


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    She gave him a faint, reassuring smile. “There’s no need. Thank you for offering. I’ll be strong—for the baby’s sake.”


    He nodded, though his heart ached. “Then I’ll wait for you outside.”


    “Okay,” she replied softly, her voice filled with quiet determination.


    Time seemed to slow as Brian stood anxiously in the corridor, the minutes stretching into what felt like hours. When he finally heard the baby’s first cries, an overwhelming urge surged within him to rush in, to be there with them both. Before Brian could take a step, Ronald quickly intervened, his hand gently but firmly holding him back.


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