Chapter 917

It was late at night. Grace clung tightly to Oliver's shirt, refusing to let him leave her side. She lay on the hospital gurney, her knuckles pale with fear. "Darling, I'm scared," she cried. "I don't think I can do this. I'm terrified." Oliver grasped her cold hands as he ran alongside the doctors wheeling her forward. "Sweetheart, I'll be right here with you all the time," he stated. As the nurse prepared to send Grace into the delivery room, she pulled on his shirt. "Darling, you have to come with me," she pleaded. "Sure. Let me change, and I'll be right there." A nurse leaned forward to Grace, encouraging her. "Mrs. Jefferson, you'll need to let go of Mr. Jefferson's shirt so that he can get ready. Now, be good." Grace's eyes were red and swollen from crying. She knew that she would lose her composure when the time came. "Grace!" Hazel's voice rang out as she rushed over in her pajamas, her hair disheveled and her slippers nearly falling off. She ran to Grace