Chapter 58: Chapter 58: Did You Hear That?
At this moment, Elias Lancaster was just about to initiate a video call when he collapsed once more.
Ronan Keaton immediately called for a doctor for resuscitation.
After a brief resuscitation, Elias Lancaster opened his eyes, and the doctor once again advised him not to get agitated.
As soon as Elias Lancaster opened his eyes, he spoke to Ronan Keaton.
"Prepare a wheelchair for me, arrange a plane, and have some doctors and nurses accompany us."
He cherished his life; the most important person to him was waiting for him. He was about to become a father and couldn’t bear to let himself die.
Ronan Keaton, "Elias, can you wait until the danger period is over before returning?"
"She is my wife; she needs me now, and she is also your own sister." Elias Lancaster looked at him coldly.
Without another word, Ronan Keaton turned and went out to make preparations.
Elias Lancaster, trembling, dialed the video call.
Almost the moment the phone rang, Serena Yeats answered.
"Elias, the babies are coming out early."
As soon as Serena Yeats spoke, she couldn’t help but cry. The successive waves of pain turned into an overwhelming sense of grievance the moment she received the video call.
Seeing her pale and pained little face, Elias Lancaster’s voice trembled.
"Serena, I’m sorry, I broke my promise."
Upon hearing this, Serena Yeats felt even more aggrieved.
While listening to the doctor’s instructions to push, she asked, "When will your business be done, when can you come back? It hurts..."
As soon as Elias Lancaster heard Serena Yeats’ heart-wrenching cries of pain, he immediately sat up straight.
"Serena, Serena..."
At that moment, Serena Yeats could no longer hold onto the phone, and Elias Lancaster saw an image of the ceiling.
He heard Serena Yeats continually crying out in pain, along with the doctor’s constant instructions for her to push.
"It hurts so much, Elias..."
Elias Lancaster’s heart felt like it was breaking.
Watching the phone, he couldn’t get the image of Serena Yeats in pain out of his mind. He was desperately anxious, wishing he could be by her side the next second.
"Serena, don’t be afraid, I’m here with you, don’t be afraid."
Old Madam Lancaster picked up the phone and put it to Serena Yeats’ ear, where Elias Lancaster’s voice continuously encouraged her.
Serena Yeats followed the doctor’s rhythm to push, but having been in pain since last night, her body was already weak, and after a short while of pushing, she had no strength left.
The nurse noticed her drenched in sweat, looking like she was about to faint, and glanced towards the doctor.
The doctor sighed.
"Young Madam, Master Lancaster is right there with you, do you hear him talking to you?"
Serena Yeats was out of strength. She blinked her eyes, listening to Elias Lancaster’s gentle voice in her ear, encouraging and comforting her.
After adjusting herself, she gathered her strength again to continue delivering.
Half an hour later.
Old Madam Lancaster fed Serena Yeats some food and water.
Meanwhile, Elias Lancaster had been carried onto the plane by a group of people, flying directly.
The accompanying doctors urged him repeatedly to close his eyes and rest for a moment, considering he had brushed with death several times.
They feared that any more exertion would cost him his life.
But he couldn’t rest; every time he closed his eyes, all he could see was Serena Yeats’ pale and pained face, and he kept hearing her cries of pain from the phone.
He could also hear the doctor encouraging her.
The person he loved most was on the brink of life and death to give birth to his children, how could he possibly rest?
Listening to her agonizing moans and cries, he wished he could take on all her pain himself.
With each cry from Serena Yeats, his heart ached more, pressing his chest tightly.
Beads of sweat dripped down his forehead as darkness suddenly swept over his vision, causing his body to tremble.
Ronan Keaton, who had been watching him, noticed something wrong with his condition and immediately called for a doctor.
After examining him, the doctor promptly administered some medication, frowning, "Master Lancaster, you can’t continue like this. Even if you can’t sleep, just close your eyes and rest your mind a bit."
This time, Elias Lancaster didn’t insist on anything. He slowly closed his eyes, speaking softly to Serena Yeats on the other end of the phone.
"Serena, have you thought of the babies’ names yet?"
Serena Yeats was already exhausted, but Elias Lancaster’s question caught her attention, making her think while pushing with all her might.
"Elias, have you already thought of names?"
"Yes, for the son, it’ll be Milo Lancaster, and for the daughter..."
"No way," Serena Yeats exclaimed loudly, "Elias, you’re bullying your son, that name doesn’t have any masculine strength."
Hearing her loud objection, Elias Lancaster breathed a sigh of relief.
At the same time,
the doctor also encouraged her.
"Young Madam, the contractions are here, push."
"Sweetheart, keep it up!" Elias Lancaster cheered her on.
"Elias, when are you coming back? Ah..." As Serena Yeats just asked, a scream followed.
Elias Lancaster’s heart clenched.
Immediately afterwards, he heard the doctor’s delighted voice.
"Young Madam, quick, just a little more effort, I can see the head."
Holding his breath at these words, Elias Lancaster listened intently.
Serena Yeats was thrilled and obediently pushed again.
"Ah... Elias, you... come back quickly... ah..."
Serena Yeats’ voice grew louder with each cry.
"It’s out, it’s out."
A minute later, a strong baby’s cry rang out, accompanied by the joyful voices of the doctors and nurses.
"Hurry, the first baby is out, take them over for cleaning."
Meanwhile, on the plane, Elias Lancaster, due to the medication he received, had initially started to stabilize.
But hearing the baby’s cries, he instantly opened his eyes, sitting up excitedly.
Continuously hearing the baby’s cries, he had a child now; he was a father.
It was his child.
His child with the one he loved most.
His eyes reddened as he looked at the phone.
Ronan Keaton stood by with reddened eyes, also looking tense.
"Don’t worry, Serena and the babies will be fine."
Old Madam Lancaster saw Elias Lancaster appear on the camera.
She picked up the phone.
"Elias, have you finished handling your affairs? Did you hear the baby’s voice?"
Elias Lancaster nodded.
"How is Serena? I’m on my way back, I’ll be there soon."
Old Madam Lancaster hurriedly pointed the phone at Serena Yeats.
Serena Yeats, hearing his voice, glanced at him, reaching out her sweaty hand to touch his image on the screen, giving him a pale, weak smile.
Seeing Serena Yeats like this, Elias Lancaster’s heart ached. What right did he have to let her, so young, bear his children, circling the brink of death time and again?
"Young Madam, we can’t relax and rest yet, there’s still another baby inside. If this takes too long, the baby could suffocate."