Chapter 22 How Could She Die?

Far away from home, Matilda was dying in the emergency room. “If... my ... situation is not good, please be sure... to keep my child.” Matilda took the doctor's hand and pleaded with a pale face. The doctor patted her tightly clenched fingers and said softly from under the mask, “Don't worry. It's just a caesarean section. Although you fell down, it's going to be delivered and it won't be a big problem, so don't be so nervous.” Matilda did not relax when she heard the doctor's words of comfort. Instead, she grasped the doctor's white coat more tightly and uttered words, “Please promise me... If something goes wrong... save the child first!” She had very little time left to live, and whether she lived or not meant little to her. But the child was different. It was Samuel's blood. Even if how reluctant she was to give it birth, in danger, she still chose to give birth to it. At least, she would leave something to Samuel. Although he might not care about it. Matilda's consciousnes