Chapter 72

"Thanks, Mom." Her voice was soft, eyes carrying a rare trace of relief as she finally managed a faint smile. One by one, the Carringtons exited Celestia' hospital room, but just then, a striking figure approached from the hallway. "Grandma..." The one who showed up was none other than Isabelle, slightly out of breath from rushing over. She walked up beside Marigold, waiting until the rest had passed before she finally asked with feigned concern, "How's Celestia doing? I heard she's pregnant. Is that true?" Marigold let out a quiet sigh, nodded gently, and smiled, "She's doing fine. There was some bleeding, but thankfully, the baby's okay." She didn't register the flicker of resentment that passed over Isabelle's face, and carried on talking about Celestia's carelessness like it was nothing. But Isabelle barely heard a word of it. The only thing echoing in her head was that one phrase-"the baby's okay." Okay?! Why was it okay?! With that much blood, why couldn't it just... not make it?