"Mommy!"

"Dory, what's wrong? Doctor, please help!"

Belle's shrill screams, along with Germaine's shouts, were mixed together as it echoed throughout the entire ward.

It all happened so fast that Germaine even forgot she was a doctor. She was so anxious that she had no idea what to do.

However, Dorothy remained quiet. She held her daughter's small hand tightly with her slender fingers, reluctant to loosen her grip. A sad and broken smile was painted on her drowsy face.

She was thirty-two years old. It was not as if she did not have any desires or regrets.

Over the years, she had yearned for Credence to stay by her...