A Baby And A Wedding

Winter arrived at the hospital not long after. A nurse directed him to the VIP Ward, where Emelia was stationed. "How is she?" he asked the nurse waiting outside the room.

Though she was Emelia's personal caretaker, the hospital had rules against non-family members staying in the labor room. "I'm not sure, but based on how much pain she's in, it won't be an easy delivery."

Winter gritted his teeth, planning to go in, but Agatha tried to stop him, wanting to point out that he wasn't properly dressed. Thankfully, the doctor walked out and guided him to put on something more suitable. Agatha sighed in relief, knowing how cold and distant her boss could be; she preferred to avoid any interaction with him if possible.

After changing out of his suit, Winter was brought into the hospital room. Emelia was lying on the propped-up bed, her complexion very pale, her face twisted in pain. She barely noticed Winter's arrival, not until he stood by her bed and whispered comforting words.

"You? When