Chapter 647 Premature Birth
People may wonder if Niamh regretted it.
Actually, she didn't regret killing Sybil or poisoning Dovie; she only regretted getting caught, leaving evidence behind.
Late at night, Niamh struggled to sleep, too scared to even try. Whenever she shut her eyes, she'd drift into dreams haunted by the faces of those she had taken out.Niamh leaned against the wall, listening to the snores of her cellmates, growing increasingly agitated.
The dark, damp prison, shared with a group of people, was unbearable for Niamh, who had always been accustomed to a life of luxury.
At first, Niamh would throw tantrums, but now, even if she couldn't stand it, she had to endure it. No matter how unhappy she was, she didn't dare to make a sound.
Niamh often thought that if she had taken over Parks Corporation earlier and married Finnegan sooner before meeting Ophelia, everything would still be hers.
If she hadn't been careless and hadn't kept Ophelia in the company, she wouldn't be in this situation.
Niamh never thought it was wrong to harm others; she only regretted not being discreet enough and not doing it well enough.
Just as she was thinking, Niamh suddenly felt a warmth below. Her water had broken without any warning.
It was Niamh's first time giving birth, and she was terrified, not knowing what was happening.
She clutched her belly, feeling extremely scared. "Help!"
Niamh tried to get her cellmates to help, but everyone was very tired, and no one wanted to bother with her.
One cellmate, who was grumpy from being woken up, warned fiercely, "Do you want a beating? If you keep making noise, I'll kill you."
Niamh didn't dare to provoke her.
She struggled to stand up and walked to the door. It was so late that the guards on duty were also resting, and she didn't dare to make too much noise and disturb her cellmates.
She could only wait, sitting by the door.
Before long, Niamh felt contractions. The pain was too much, and she couldn't help but cry out, "I'm going into labor, please help me, help me."
The cellmates were all woken up. They didn't like Niamh, but the baby was innocent.
A cellmate with childbirth experience saw that Niamh's pants were soaked with amniotic fluid and said, "She's really in labor. Hurry and notify the guards."
Some fellow inmates banged on the door to alert the guards, and before long, Niamh was escorted out. Regardless of the severity of the offense, the law views a newborn as blameless and deserving of a chance in this world.
Niamh was sent to the prison infirmary, where there was only one doctor on duty. After checking her, the doctor said she was only two centimeters dilated and told her to lie still and wait.
That night, Niamh screamed in pain. She wanted a C-section, but the doctor said she was suitable for a natural birth and told her to go through with it.
So, Niamh endured the pain all night, but the baby still hadn't come.
In the next morning.
Unable to bear it any longer, Niamh pleaded again, "I want a C-section. I can't do this. It hurts too much."
The doctor said, "Every woman experiences pain during childbirth. A C-section is painful too. Endure it. What is this pain compared to when you ran over someone with your car?"
The prison doctor naturally knew what crimes each person had committed. It was rare to see someone as young as Niamh with so many lives on her conscience.
Hearing this, Niamh hated the doctor. "Then give me an epidural. It hurts too much. I can't take it."
"Do you think this is a hospital? This is prison. Do you still think you're a rich lady?" the doctor said coldly. "There's no epidural. You'll have to give birth naturally. At this rate, you'll probably give birth by tomorrow."
In other words, Niamh would have to endure the pain for another day and night.
Niamh had never imagined the excruciating pain that childbirth could bring. The baby had yet to arrive, and the relentless ache in her abdomen felt like an eternal torment, with each wave of pain intensifying the ordeal.
Niamh finally gave birth at noon on the third day, to a 5.7-pound daughter. At the first sight of her daughter, she screamed in terror.
"This isn't my daughter. It's a monster. Take her away!"
Niamh didn't dare to look because the child looked very much like Sybil.
When she looked at the baby, the baby looked back at her with the same eyes Sybil had when she died, staring at her.
Niamh was convinced that this child was Sybil, here for revenge.
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