Chapter 589
Bob spat on the ground and yanked open the driver's door.
He picked a road with barely any traffic, and thanks to the crappy weather, no one was around.
But Jackson would definitely call the cops and get people over fast, so Bob needed to scram, sticking to his escape plan.
Just then, a blinding car light hit Bob right in the eyes.
Bob spun around and saw a silver-gray car barreling towards him.
With a sickening thud, Bob got hit and went flying before he could even react.
He tumbled on the slick ground, crashing into the roadside and landing in a pool of his own blood.
The car that nailed him scraped the side of the truck, sparking a trail of fire.
Finally, with a sharp screech, the car skidded to a stop in front of the truck.
The car door swung open, and a tall, imposing figure stepped out.
The guy had a cold, stern look as he quickly approached the truck, opened the door, and his face went pale when he saw the scene inside.
Lillian's white dress was soaked in blood, her long hair a mess, and she was barely hanging on.
But she was awake, desperately reaching forward, trying to knock on the door for help.
The man jumped into the truck, whipped off his suit jacket to wrap around the curled-up Lillian, and carefully lifted her out.
"Lillian! Hang in there!"
His voice was deep and commanding. Lillian, now in the man's arms, clutched at his shirt.
"Taylor, save Taylor."
"Okay, I'll get you to the hospital right away. You and the baby will be fine!"
The man lowered his head to soothe her, holding her as he jumped out of the truck.
The faint, scattered light lit up his face, his jawline tense and sharp.
It was Ambrose.
He quickly carried her to the car, where the back seat was already open. Oberon and Flora were inside, clearly freaking out and about to get out.
"What happened? Hurry, hurry!"
Oberon's face went pale when he saw Lillian being carried over. He leaned over and took Lillian from Ambrose's arms into the back seat.
Ambrose quickly turned the car around and floored it towards the hospital.
"Oberon, Ophelia is covered in blood! Ophelia is going into labor, what do we do? Ophelia is bleeding a lot, she's so cold."
Lillian lay on the back seat, her head resting on Oberon's lap.
Flora's small body knelt beside her, tightly holding Lillian's hand, trembling as she wiped the blood from her legs with the other hand.
Seeing Lillian like this, Oberon couldn't help but remember the past, his eyes filled with painful memories.
Back then, Ophelia had a rough labor. Although she gave birth to Anouk, she nearly died from severe blood loss.
Miraculously, she was saved, but her health went downhill, and she passed away a few years later.
He knew Flora was thinking about those times, and with a hoarse voice, he said, "Ambrose, drive faster! We can handle it!"
Ambrose was worried; Oberon and Flora were both old.
Having just hit Bob, he was concerned they couldn't take it. Hearing this, he pushed the car to its limit.
"Hang in there, Lillian. You can't fall asleep."
Oberon comforted Lillian, while Flora covered her with a blanket and rubbed her cold feet.
Lillian was still conscious, struggling to stay alert. "The people in the car."
"Don't worry, we've already called the cops and an ambulance. We'll be at the hospital soon."
Oberon knew what Lillian was worried about, his eyes filled with pity.
Lillian bit her lip, enduring the pain. In a daze, she seemed to hear the sound of an ambulance passing by.
She felt a slight sense of relief, silently enduring the discomfort, but the smell of blood in the car grew stronger.
By the time she was wheeled into the delivery room, Lillian was barely conscious, the doctor's voice sounding distant and urgent.
"The pregnant woman is having a severe hemorrhage and a difficult labor. She needs immediate surgery! Where's the family? Who's the child's father? Sign the consent form quickly."
The door to the operating room closed, the bright lights shining into her eyes.
On a long, tough night of labor, Lillian waited, but Jackson never showed up.
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