Chapter 333 Baby in Breech Position

• Old Mr. Moore almost fainted from anger and snapped at Lin Feng: “You, get her out of here.” Lin Feng had been itching to act. He strode over and, without a word, grabbed Janette’s injured arm and dragged her away. Janette screamed in pain, high and sharp, and finally couldn’t spit out another word. Loretta didn’t dare linger either and rushed out with them. Old Mr. Moore’s head buzzed. He sat there for a long moment before letting out a heavy breath. Stephanie kept quietly soothing Melanie, her own eyes rimmed red. Old Mr. Moore came over, leaning on his walking stick, face full of shame: “Melanie, this is the mess I, a useless old man, made. I didn’t raise my daughter right, and now you and Enna are suffering.” “I’m sorry.” Melanie had been crying nonstop. She shook her head, choking up so hard she could barely speak: “I only worry about Enna and the baby. If anything happens to them, I won’t go on living.” Old Mr. Moore sat down on the bench with a stony look and said in a low voice: “Enna will be fine. We have to believe in her.” “That child is tough as nails. She’ll pull through this too.” Hearing him, Melanie jolted back to herself. It wasn’t just hard for her—Old Mr. Moore had it worse. His beloved youngest son’s fate was still unknown. At his age, to suffer all this… the heavens were cruel. She couldn’t bring herself to scold Janette anymore, didn’t even have the strength. She just stared at the delivery room doors. From time to time, a mother in labor or medical staff went in and out, and every time the doors opened, screams from inside tore through the hallway. Melanie feared pain more than anything and knew how brutal and dangerous childbirth could be. Having one nearly took her life back then. Sienna was having two now. Matthias stood off to the side, several times wanting to step up and say something, but the words never came. He no longer wished for anything more with Sienna. He only prayed she would walk out of that delivery room alive. Another nurse came out from inside. “Family of Sienna Ainsworth?” Melanie, still woozy seconds ago, sprang forward like an arrow: “Me, me—I’m her mother. How is my daughter?” “The baby is in a breech position. We need surgery. But the mother is emotionally unstable. No matter how we talk to her, it’s not working. See if you can calm her down. If she won’t cooperate at all, we can’t operate.” The nurse led Melanie over to sign the surgery consent. Melanie’s hands were shaking. Seeing her like that, Stephanie knew that if Melanie went in, she’d probably break down first and need a nurse to comfort her. Melanie knew she wouldn’t be any help and blurted, panicked: “What do we do? If I see her suffer, I’ll cry. I can’t go in…” Forget calming her—just picturing Sienna’s situation already made her feel faint with heartache. Stephanie stepped forward: “I’ll go. Don’t worry, Aunt Melanie. I’ll stay with Sienna and make sure she delivers safely.” Melanie nodded again and again: “Yes, yes—Stephie should go. You two are close. Enna will listen to you.” Stephanie changed into sterile scrubs. Sienna had already been transferred to the operating room. As Stephanie entered, she saw Sienna lying ramrod straight on the operating table, hands clamped tight on the bed rails, refusing to let go no matter how the anesthetist coaxed her. Her once bright, stunning face was drained of all color, jaw clenched hard. Her eyes were locked on the surgical light above, not even her pupils moving. Like that, no wonder they couldn’t operate.