Chapter 213 It Is All My Fault
Seb turned to Susan, eyes filled with a mix of helplessness and complexity. Seeing her nervousness, he finally said, "I want you to have the baby now!"
Susan was shocked. "What? You want me to give birth now? I'm only eight months and one week pregnant. The baby will be premature!" she shouted.
Seb's face darkened. He looked at the hospital ahead and said, "You have to give birth today, no matter what."
Seeing his determination, Susan knew he wasn't joking. She touched her belly, heart racing. She couldn't do it. She remembered her first child and couldn't bear another premature birth.
Susan fell to her knees on the car floor. Seb's eyes darkened. "What are you doing?"
Grabbing his sleeve, Susan pleaded, "Seb, please don't make me give birth now. A premature baby might not survive. We've already lost one child. We can't lose this one too. She's your child as well. Don't be so heartless, please?"
Tears streamed down her face, her body trembling. The baby moved restlessly, sensing its early arrival. But it wasn't full-term; this would be a death sentence.
Seeing her desperation, Seb's brows furrowed, a trace of pain and pity in his eyes.
Susan choked out, "She's your child. Let her be born full-term, okay?"
Seb's expression was complex. He glanced at the hospital, then removed Susan's hand from his sleeve, saying coldly, "My decision won't change. Cooperate, or you'll never see this child again!"
Susan collapsed onto the car floor, tears streaming. She pointed at him and cursed, "Seb, you're inhuman! You won't even spare your own child. Are you crazy?"
Seb let her curse him. He opened the car door, pulled her out, and blocked her path when she tried to run.
Facing his cold gaze, Susan stepped back, shaking her head in disbelief. If she had a knife, she would have cut open Seb's heart to see if it was made of flesh.
"Come with me," Seb said, extending his hand.
Susan's legs trembled as she looked at Seb's hand. "No, no," she shook her head.
Seb's brows furrowed, sadness in his eyes. His tone softened. "You're over eight months pregnant. A C-section won't be a problem. I've got the best doctors ready. They'll make sure you and the baby are fine."
"I don't want to give birth now. I want to wait until the baby's full-term," Susan cried, shaking her head.
Seeing she wouldn't budge, Seb signaled to Leon behind her. Leon stepped forward and covered Susan's mouth with a towel.
Susan's body went limp. She gave Seb one last glare before closing her eyes.
Leon caught her, and Seb bent down to carry her. "Go notify the doctors. The expectant mother is here!" he told Leon urgently.
"Yes," Leon ran into the surgery building.
Seb followed, carrying Susan.
Outside the operating room, the hallway was eerily quiet. The cold corridor felt like a stagnant pool, filled with fear and anxiety.
Seb stood by the window, fist pressed against the wall. His brows were furrowed, eyes cold but filled with deep worry.
Leon, standing behind him, looked serious. He tried to offer comfort. "Mr. Anderson, don't worry too much. With today's medical technology, many premature babies are fine after some time in the hospital."
After a long silence, Seb spoke in a hoarse voice, "I owe Susan and her baby an apology. It's all my fault. If I had been more ruthless with Cynthia, Hayden wouldn't be in this situation."
Seb punched the wall several times, his hand bleeding.
"Mr. Anderson," Leon frowned.
Seb stopped and sat on the bench, burying his hands in his hair.
"You couldn't have predicted this," Leon tried to console him.
But Seb was mired in guilt. "If Hayden's condition hadn't worsened, and the doctor hadn't said he couldn't wait, I wouldn't have taken the baby out of Susan before term. I'm not a competent man, let alone a competent father."
"Hayden needs the umbilical cord blood from Ms. Wilson's baby to survive. We have no choice but to have the baby born early. The doctors said a baby born at eight months and one week would generally be healthy. Don't blame yourself too much. This is our only option. You're the one suffering the most, bearing all the difficulties and heartbreak alone, while Ms. Wilson misunderstands you deeply," Leon said, feeling sympathy for Seb's guilt and pain.
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