#Chapter 185: The Last Kiss

Nathan The weight of the room was palpable. My heart thundered in my chest as Angela quickly mashed the herbs I'd handed her, creating a potent mixture. Olivia’s pallid face, eerily lit by the dim room light, was a stark contrast to her usual radiant glow. I watched with bated breath as Angela administered the strange concoction, her hands steady, though her face was etched with worry. “This should help with her blood pressure,” she murmured, pouring the potion into Olivia’s mouth. “Then we can get her second baby out of there.” “I hope you’re right,” I said. Angela fell quiet. Her sweat-streaked face was lined with worry, her blue party dress covered in blood from the agonizing delivery. I took a moment to glance over at Clint, who was still holding Olivia’s son—our son. “He’s waiting patiently for his mom and his sister,” Clint said quietly. It was a strange juxtaposition, to see the grizzled old man so delicately holding the little bundle of innocence i