CHAPTER 101

Jayden's POV

After collapsing for the third time, I was sent out of the ward where Isabella was wheeled into.

My mind is in disarray. My heart is racing and my head is spinning.

This anticipation in me is killing me slowly. Isn't collapsing better than being left off hanging without knowing if Isabella is fine or not or if she is giving her best in pushing out our baby?

I don't want fate to repeat itself. I want mother and child to be fine. I might not survive another disaster. Isabella means the world to me, and so does the baby.

For the first time in my entire life, I look up to the heavens, gradually becoming conscious of my surroundings.

I am still looking up, praying deep in my heart for the Almighty to perform a miracle; to make this easy for Isabella, and let the baby and mother survive this.

Before I can finish up with my prayer, I see my mother rushing toward someone who turns out to be the doctor.