Chapter 41 You're Pregnant

Freya's POV     

All the voices in my ears seemed distant; only the doctor's voice rang clearly in my ears. 

Novia's eyes were red, and she held me, saying in a muffled voice, "Freya, you have to be strong. Go inside and take a look." 

I clenched my hand and whispered, "I'm fine." 

With that, I headed toward the operating room.

Livia lay there quietly, her face covered with an oxygen mask. 

The mist from her breath was no longer visible on the mask, and the numbers on the instrument next to her had dropped to a very low value. 

She was so thin that she seemed to blend in with the surgical bed beneath her. All this indicated that the person in the hospital bed was nearing the end of her life.

I took her hand. Livia was skilled at painting, and the knuckles of her middle finger were covered with calluses from years of painting. 

When Livia was healthy, she wasn't particularly thin, so there was s