The attending doctor and Jovani would perform the surgery together.

With time being of the essence, once the plan was set, they started preparations.

Meanwhile, in the obstetrics and gynecology department, Laura lay on the bed, sweating from the pain. Yet, she did not cry out.

She endured the pain.

As the evening wore on, six or seven hours passed.

She still hadn't given birth yet.

Her cervix had not enlarged.

Surgery continued in the operating room.

By nightfall, Laura was exhausted.

The obstetrician declared, “Let's proceed with a cesareal Laura glanced weakly at the policewoman who had been sent by the police station to stay with her and asked, "Has his surgery finished yet?"

The policewoman replied, "Not yet."

Laura lowered her gaze.

Her hair clung wetly to her face.

"The labor seems difficult. If you're unable to deliver naturally, a cesarean might be safer," the doctor advised.

Laura stared blankly at the ceiling.

Morrison was the finest man she had ever known.

If he were to die, she couldn't bear the thought of living without him.

Tears fell from the corners of her eyes.

Her life had been a void before Morrison came into it.

The doctor encouraged the policewoman to persuade her.