Chapter 100 Little Onw

• Evette was close to losing her mind. Twelve hours had passed, and there still wasn’t a single sign of Derek. Autumn’s desperate screams filled the air as she called his name, her trembling hands clutching the phone tightly, but the line was dead—no response, no promise of a returned call.
• Pacing frantically in the corridor, Evette could hear Autumn’s cries echoing from inside the labor room. The weight in her chest tightened like an invisible chain pulling her heart. Without thinking, she pushed the door open and stepped inside.
• Autumn lay on the bed, her face drenched in a mixture of tears and sweat, her body trembling with exhaustion. The midwife stood by her side, her voice firm but encouraging.