The Birth of an Ugly Baby

Harion was circling around the front door worriedly. He wanted to break the door and accompanied his wife. But Camille said herself that she didn't want him to look at her crying in pain.

It was not the time to argue, Camille was delivering her baby. Thus, Harion could only wait anxiously. One hour, two hours, three hours, four hours, five hours, six hours.

"Sir, you need to rest first," Sir Douglass, his trusted subordinate advised. Harion constantly circled around the door, bit his lips and fingers anxiously, and jolted whenever he heard Camille screaming in pain.

Because of her womb condition before, delivering this baby was especially risky, it was really the matter of life and death for Camille.

"I'm afraid if something bad happens…"

Sir Douglass knew about his master's worry, but there was nothing he could do either, "Please believe in Milady Camille."