Chapter 498 Oliver, Why Are You Just Arriving?
Pain surged through her.
The hem of Sarah's dress was soaked with amniotic fluid, dripping onto the polished floor tiles. She struggled to stay upright and called out to the bodyguards, "Hey! Somebody, help me!"
Two bodyguards rushed to her side, supporting her.
They were inexperienced and panicked, but Sarah remained clear-headed. She directed them, "Get the car ready now. I'm going into labor!"
Just then, Percival accompanied Octavius out, and they were immediately struck by the dramatic scene.
Octavius didn't hesitate; saving her was the priority.
Once in the car, Sarah was in unbearable pain, her forehead drenched in sweat.
Seeing her in such agony, Octavius felt a pang of sympathy. He extended his hand, "If it hurts too much, you can bite my hand."
He had betrayed her time and again.
Sarah had no regard for him! No matter how much it hurt, she would endure it herself.
Octavius felt a bit embarrassed.
He was undeniably frustrated. His betrayal this time was not only to escape Oliver's control but also driven by personal motives involving Sarah.
He admired Sarah's charisma.
In Octavius's mind, only someone like Sarah could truly be his equal. If she agreed to be with him, he would end all his other relationships and devote himself solely to her.
But Sarah had put him in his place.
As a man, Octavius felt deeply humiliated, but he was adaptable. He would bury these feelings forever, never daring to bring them up again.
The car swayed.
Sometimes the pain was so intense that Sarah cried out, her pale lips gazing at the car's ceiling. But deep within her heart and mind, she kept repeating one name—Oliver.
Pinecrest Memorial Hospital, VIP maternity ward.
Sarah lay on the birthing bed, drenched in sweat. The attending doctor kept encouraging her, but the baby's head was large, and Sarah showed signs of a difficult labor.
"Ah! Ah!"
She sat up in pain, her body swaying, the bright overhead lights also swaying. In extreme pain, Sarah hoarsely called out Oliver's name.
She called out repeatedly, praying for his safe return.
Pain, like waves, kept crashing over her.
Sarah couldn't count how many contractions she had endured. In a daze from the pain, the delivery room door gently opened, and a tall figure quickly entered.
He was wearing scrubs, but Sarah recognized his scent.
It was Oliver!
Oliver had returned safely!
His arm was in a sling, and his handsome face had several noticeable scratches. Tears welled up in Sarah's eyes, her voice almost gone, "Oliver, why did it take you so long?"Oliver crouched down, clutching her hand tightly, his voice rough with emotion. "I woke up from a coma and took a private jet to get here! Sarah, don't talk, focus on delivering our daughter. I'll be here with you the whole time."
Her eyes sparkled with tears.
A searing pain struck again, and Sarah threw her head back, letting out a sharp cry.
If pain were rated on a scale of 1 to 10, childbirth would be a 12.
Through the waves of agony, a newborn's cry rang out through the hospital, heralding the arrival of new life.
The nurse cleaned the baby and brought him to the bedside.
Smiling, the nurse said, "Congratulations, Mr. and Mrs. Windsor, it's a boy! He's born half a month early and weighs 8 pounds, very healthy. He looks like he'll be a great athlete."
Oliver was stunned, completely frozen.
No.
Wasn't it supposed to be a girl?
How did it turn out to be a boy?
He didn't even look at the baby boy, urgently asking the nurse, "Is there a mistake? My wife was supposed to have a girl."
The nurse rolled her eyes internally, "Mr. Windsor, Mrs. Windsor is the only patient here."
Oliver sat down in defeat.
He took a long time to process, wiping his face with his large hand, "A boy is good too!"
He gave Sarah a reassuring smile. "Jacob will have a playmate."
Sarah, exhausted, still had to comfort her husband. She turned to look at the newborn, softly asking, "You don't like boys?""How could I not?" Oliver leaned in, gently wiping the sweat from his wife's brow. "If they're yours, I'll love them."
Sarah pouted. "You haven't even looked at the baby."
Oliver hurried to cradle the newborn in his arms. The baby's delicate features—every curve and contour—were a reflection of himself. But as he searched the tiny face, he found not a hint of his beloved Sarah.
Oliver had just survived a life-threatening situation, now facing another disappointment!
His emotions were incredibly complex.
Sarah regained some strength.
She took the baby to nurse, softly saying, "We'll have another child, and it will surely be a girl."
Oliver brightened up instantly.
He glanced at the extra baby and found himself rather pleased; after all, there was nothing wrong with the child taking after him—tall, handsome, and capable.
Outside the delivery room, Octavius and Calliope waited silently.
At eight o'clock.
The baby's cry pierced the night.
Calliope listened for a while, then said expressionlessly, "Mr. Windsor and Mrs. Windsor have another son. They are truly blessed."
Calliope's words had a deeper meaning,
Octavius understood and responded calmly, "Since Mrs. Windsor and the baby are safe, let's go."
Moments later, they got into the black sedan.
The driver drove slowly, the city was under construction, and the car swayed.
Inside the dimly lit car, shadows flickered.
Octavius began to vent his anger at his wife, "What good does it do you to help Mrs. Windsor? Calliope, do you think I'm less important than someone you've known for half a year? I was so close!"
Calliope smiled softly.
She gently brushed a strand of hair from her cheek, asking, "Octavius, do you have a clear conscience? No. I should ask if you're secure? You saw Oliver return safely. Do you understand his influence in Evergreen City?"
"Your ambition is great, but you're foolish! I have to find a way out for myself."
After years of marriage, they finally tore away the facade of affection and began to argue.
Calliope decided to be blunt, "Octavius, I know you have countless women outside, and you know my shameful past. We've just been pretending, but now, let's stop deceiving ourselves."
"Calliope."
Compared to Calliope's calmness, Octavius was more agitated.
Calliope looked up.
She gazed at her husband, tears glistening.
She was reluctant, but people must let go. Finally, she spoke, "Our marriage can't continue! Octavius, let's get a divorce."
Octavius's eyebrows twitched.
He truly never imagined that his wife, whom he had always thought cared only for pleasure, was hiding such depth and even contemplating divorce. Unable to help himself, he rubbed his brow and asked, "Where will you go after the divorce?"
"I'm planning to go back to Evergreen City with Mrs. Windsor. Maybe I'll find my place there."