The Windfalls of Love (Roxanne and Harrison)

Chapter 267

Seven months pregnant.

Roxanne went into premature labor.

By the time her water broke, the orifice of her uterus was already eight-centimeters wide open.

It was clear she was about to give birth, so they rushed her into the delivery room.

Looking at her in such agony, Dominic was beside himself with worry.

Roxanne had to be okay!

The baby had to be okay!

Dominic was praying fervently outside the delivery room.

The air conditioning made the room chilly, very chilly.

But seeing the lit sign reading "Delivery Room," Dominic was breaking out in a cold sweat.

The nurse asked him to sign some forms, informing him of the various risks of childbirth.

Ruptured uterus.

Umbilical cord prolapse.

Placental abruption.

Intrauterine infection.

Amniotic fluid embolism.

Each one made Dominic break out in even more cold sweat. NôvelDrama.Org content rights.

His hand was shaking as he signed.

Before coming here, Dominic had thoroughly researched childbirth and was well aware of these risks.

He had made adequate preparations.

He had chosen the best private obstetric hospital in the country, with highly experienced specialists.

Even if something unexpected happened during Roxanne's childbirth, they would implement the most

effective rescue measures in the shortest time possible.

Despite all his preparations, Roxanne went into premature labor.

Dominic was terrified of any potential complications.

Time seemed to stretch out infinitely as he waited outside the delivery room.

He had no idea what was happening inside.

The uncertainty and anxiety were suffocating, making the air feel heavy and stifling.

Giving birth really was like walking through the valley of the shadow of death.

It was so hard.

Dominic had never been married or had a child, but he had a deep understanding of the difficulties and

challenges women faced in childbirth.

He prayed over and over again.

Just let mother and child be safe, just let them be safe!!!

Inside the delivery room.

The atmosphere was incredibly tense.

After enduring unbelievable pain, the baby's head finally emerged.

But the doctor's expression was grave.

The premature baby's skin was a worrying shade of blue.

It didn't look good!

With a final push, the baby was fully born.

There was no crying.

The tiny body was cradled in the doctor's hands, utterly still.

Her skin was a dusky blue, and she wasn't breathing.

"Umbilical cord prolapse, the baby isn't breathing, start resuscitation," the doctor ordered in Chinese.

Roxanne, who was barely conscious, managed to hear the words.

In a voice so soft she could barely hear herself, she called out.

"Doctor, what's wrong with my baby?"

No one heard her.

Some were rushing to resuscitate the baby, others were monitoring her vital signs.

Her condition wasn't good either.

Even though the baby was out, the pain in her abdomen was worse than during contractions.

It came in waves.

It felt like she was walking through the valley of the shadow of death.

She wanted to see her baby, but she lost consciousness.

Three hours later.

She could faintly hear the sound of someone trying to suppress their sobs.

It was familiar.

It was Dominic.

"Roxanne, you're the strongest girl I've ever known, always have been."

"You'll be okay, right?"

"Roxanne, I'd give ten, twenty, thirty years of my life for you to be safe."

"Please wake up."

Faintly, she could also hear the doctors trying to revive her.

She tried to open her eyes but her eyelids felt as heavy as if they were sewn shut.

Her mind was a chaotic mess, and she felt strangely light.

As if she could see another version of herself, lying motionless on the operating table.

Was this what Dominic had described when he talked about his near-death experience during surgery?

It felt like an invisible force was pulling her into the dark abyss.

In the abyss, her senses became sharper.

She could hear everything around her, but she couldn't escape the abyss.

Her life flashed before her eyes like a movie.

She saw herself at four years old.

In the midst of a heavy snowfall, a skinny and pathetic her clung to her mother's leg, begging her not to

leave.

Her mother said she couldn't afford to keep her, and how could she remarry with a burden like her?

She clung to her mother's leg, pleading with her to take her along.

Her mother kicked her away.

She saw the year she had her heart broken, when she trekked through a wilderness on her own.

Fighting off wolves, covered in blood.

Being rescued just as she was about to pass out.

She saw Harrison.

Saw him standing before her.

Speaking in the coldest, most heartless tone, saying the most hurtful words.

"Roxanne, you're not like Nora. You've been through the wringer since you were a kid, you're used to

life's ups and downs. Even without me, you'll be fine. But if Nora loses me, she won't survive. I owe

Nora."

Yes.

She'd been through so much since she was a kid, she was used to life's ups and downs.

But who knew that she could also hurt, also tire, also have moments when she couldn't go on?

Like now.

The baby's umbilical cord had prolapsed, and she wasn't breathing.

Even her own baby was leaving her behind.

Everyone was leaving her.

Even her own baby.

Why was she still alive?

She wasn't that strong.

She was so tired.

She wanted to rest.

That should bring her relief, right? That should stop the pain, right?

"Beep, beep, beep."

The sound of the life monitor sent a chill down the spines of the doctors.

The line that represented her vital signs was now flat.

Dominic's robust figure slumped.

He nearly collapsed.

"Defibrillator."

"Subcutaneous injection of 0.5 milligrams of adrenaline."

After a round of hectic yet orderly resuscitation, the line on the life monitor remained flat.

The doctors looked grim and sorrowful.

"I'm sorry, we did our best."

"No. That's not possible. Roxanne is so strong. She wouldn't give up on herself. Doctor, please save

her."

"I beg you, doctor, please save her."

Dominic fell to his knees in front of the medical staff.

A hot-blooded man like him was crying.

"Doctor, you have to save her."

There had to be another way.

A lightbulb went off in Dominic's head.

"Wah, wah."

In a burst of strong light, Roxanne heard the cry of a baby.

Her fingers twitched.

Her eyelids fluttered.

Dominic was crying tears of joy.

"Doctor, Roxanne's fingers moved, her eyelids too."

"Roxanne, did you hear our baby's cry?"

"Yes, it's the baby's cry."

"It's a girl."

"Though she's a bit premature, she's all chubby with these tiny hands and feet. Absolutely adorable."

"She's a spitting image of you. You should open your eyes and see her. Such a cute little girl."

The doctors seemed to witness a miracle as Roxanne's vital signs began to show a remarkable

fluctuation.