Hearing him comforting Cynthia and convincing her to take the antidote, I felt relieved.
Then, a colleague suddenly commented, "You're so kind, Miss Taylor. Even though Nydia treats you poorly, you’re still worried about her in such a critical moment."
"Exactly. Always calling her ‘Nydia,’ aren’t you afraid she’ll eat you alive one day?" The other chimed in.
Cynthia’s soft, trembling voice answered, "Don’t say that. Nydia’s just jealous because she loves Hadden too much."
The words stung, but I didn’t have time to dwell on them. My emotions, combined with the virus exposure, were taking a toll. I felt the baby in my womb kicking frantically, my contractions starting.
Gritting my teeth, I forced myself to leave the bathroom and faced them.
"Hadden, I think I’m going into labor. The contractions are starting," I announced.
However, he didn’t even glance at me. Instead, he gently helped Cynthia into her protective suit and carried her out of the ward.
My colleagues even snickered and started their disdainful comments.
"You’re standing here perfectly fine, and now you’re claiming you’re having contractions?"
"Right? You’re a medical professional. Do you even believe yourself?"