Chapter 882: 262: Directly Abusing Trash!_4
This ti, Cheryl Forrest’s chances of survival were slim.
Even if she had a cesarean section, she could only choose one: her life or her baby’s.
If she was unlucky, she may not even have that choice.
Pag Gar had been paying close attention to Cheryl’s condition.
As soon as anything happened in the delivery room, a swarm of journalists would appear.
She had even thought of the headline: “Young Miss Thompson, Viola, accused of practicing dicine illegally, leading to two deaths.”
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At this thought, a triumphant look flashed in Pag Gar’s eyes, the corners of her mouth curling up into a smirk.
She was eager to see how Viola would wriggle her way out of this one.
Once charged with murder, even if the Thompson Clan held unmatched authority in Capital City, Viola would have to pay with her life.
Wonderful!
She could finally see Viola getting what she deserved.
With cell phone in hand, Pag said, “Contact the mont there’s any news. And keep an eye on Viola, don’t let her escape.”
“Understood.”
Suddenly, another hour has passed.
At this mont, a cry ca from the delivery room.
Then, the operating room lights dimd.
“It’s born! It’s born!” Isaac Tuchman was so excited he nearly jumped.
They had been longing for this child for almost two years.
Finally.
The fruit of their labor has been born.
Murray squinted her eyes as she heard the baby’s cry…
It seed that Cheryl had passed away.
Just then, the door to the delivery room was opened.
Viola ca out with Dr. Janell, pushing the gurney.
Isaac rushed over imdiately, “How did it go, Miss Thompson?”
Viola removed her mask, revealing her beautiful face. She smiled and said, “Congratulations, Mr. Tuchman, both the mother and daughter are safe.”
Hearing this, Isaac burst into tears of joy.
In the end, he even squatted on the floor and sobbed, “Thank you, Miss Thompson, you are the savior of our family!”
He had even forgotten to look at his wife and daughter who were on the bed.
Although Cheryl was nearly exhausted from giving birth, she was well aware of her surroundings. She looked at the baby sleeping beside her, then at Isaac sobbing on the ground, sowhat speechless: “Alright, stop making a scene! Get up and look at our daughter!”
At Cheryl’s words, Isaac quickly regained his senses, stood up, kissed Cheryl on the face and said, “My wife, you’ve worked hard!”
Then he picked up his child and said, “I have a daughter! I have a daughter!”
Seeing him shaking the baby gently, Cheryl hastily said, “Be careful, NingNing won’t be able to endure that.”
The baby was nad Yvette Tuchman.
Viola had chosen the na.
Hoping for joy and peace.
At her words, Isaac’s movents gradually softened, he didn’t mind that the newborn was still dirty, his eyes were full of love, “our NingNing is so lovely.”
Murray at the side was taken back.
She thought she was hallucinating.
What?
How could this be?
Murray even thought she must be dreaming, she rubbed her eyes.
But the scene in front of her remained the sa.
Cheryl had given birth.
She had given birth naturally.
Mother and daughter were safe.
Murray turned her head to look at Viola.
The young girl, about seventeen or eighteen years old, with jade-like features, extrely handso.
At her age, she should have been a freshman or senior in high school.
Who is she actually?
Murray swallowed hard.
She had been in obstetrics and gynecology for over a decade, rich in experience, but today…she had misjudged.
On the other side, Pag Gar was still waiting for a reply.
Just then.
She finally received a call from River City.
“What’s the situation? Did anything happen to Cheryl?”
“No, no,” the voice from the other side stuttered, “Cheryl has given birth smoothly, mother and daughter are safe.”
Mother and daughter are safe?
The smile on Pag Gar’s face froze with disbelief.
How…
How could this be?
What’s Viola’s real identity?
She even has such abilities!
She thought she could bring Viola down this ti.
Who could have thought things would turn out like this?
This was her only chance.
An infuriated Pag Gar flung the cell phone to the ground.
Bang!
The phone shattered instantly.
Right then, a middle-aged man with a beer belly entered the room and embraced Pag Gar, “What happened, baby? Who upset you?”
This was Henry Martin.
Henry Martin was 58 this year, three years younger than his lawful wife.
So, he was bored of her.
As a man, who would like a woman who was older than himself?
Unfortunately, his real wife was very crafty, he had the desire but lacked the courage, never daring do anything substantial about it over the years.
Until he t Pag Gar.
Pag Gar was young, attractive, and calculative.
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