I gave a cold laugh, gripped Caleb's hand tightly and said weakly, "Honey, quick, take me to the hospital!"
Caleb rushed me to the hospital and the doctor's expression changed drastically.
"She is hemorrhaging severely and requires an immediate cesarean section! Family members must sign the consent form as soon as possible!"
Caleb's hands were trembling so badly he could barely hold the pen.
He clung to the moving operating table, his eyes bloodshot. Always cheering me on by my side.
As I was being wheeled into the operating room, my phone suddenly rang—it was a call from my mother.
Caleb answered the call, but before he could speak, he heard Isabel's impatient voice.
"Hey, why haven't you come back to wash the dishes yet? Ronan wants some grapes. You might as well buy two pounds on your way back—make sure they're sweet."
"Mom!" The usually good-tempered husband suddenly raised his voice, his tone laced with barely suppressed sobs.
"Isla is hemorrhaging severely and her life is in danger. Don't you have a heart? She's your daughter too!"
There was a few seconds of silence on the other end of the phone, then Isabel's nonchalant voice came through.