Chapter 872 Production
"Wow, how amazing!" Jane exclaimed.
After saying this, Jane felt a gaze upon her.
Not far away, Oliver was staring at Jane with an unfriendly look when her hand was about to poke Natalie's leg.
Jane smirked, wondering why his possessiveness was so strong. Back when she used to shower with Natalie, he just didn’t appear to her life yet.
"Is your man retired? Why is he always at home and not working?" Jane whispered to Natalie.
In theory, conversations like this among girls shouldn't involve a man like Oliver.
However, Oliver was not reasonable.
While Natalie and Jane chatted and ate, Oliver sat nearby with a laptop, an iPad, and a stack of documents.
Jane couldn't really say that Oliver was too domineering. After all, Natalie was nearing her due date, so it was normal for Oliver to keep a close eye on her.
Natalie was nine months pregnant.
Marjorie had hired several nannies, eventually settling on two who were ready in the corner tower at all times. The head chef in the kitchen had also been studying recent knowledge on infant feeding for the past few months, even retaking a nutritionist certification exam.
Baby and maternity supplies were all prepared.
Natalie contacted Emily Reed to arrange for a suitable postpartum recovery specialist to help her regain her figure as quickly as possible after she gave birth.
Natalie started to prepare to go to the hospital for delivery two days before.
"Oliver!" Natalie's call came from the bathroom.
Oliver put down his phone and hurried over.
The bathroom door was already open from the inside, with Natalie leaning against the wall, one hand supporting her round belly. Her complexion wasn't great, but she remained calm.
"What's wrong?"
Just as Oliver was about to help Natalie, he heard her say at a loss, "My amniotic fluid was flowing."
Oliver froze for a good three seconds, as if he had malfunctioned.
After a moment, he noticed a thin stream of water flowing down Natalie's thigh.
Oliver reached out to help Natalie but hesitated to touch her.
Oliver pursed his lips tightly. Though he appeared normal on the surface, but in fact, he was nervous and unsure how to proceed.
Natalie, who had been a bit anxious, suddenly felt like laughing when she saw Oliver in this state.
She actually burst out laughing.
Oliver didn't understand what was so funny to Natalie, but because after being married for so long, he could tell she was teasing him.
At that moment, Oliver didn't have time to dwell on Natalie teasing him. Taking a deep breath, his strong arms finally supported her. Despite being about to give birth, Natalie still had a good figure.
"I'll help you sit down first, then I'll call John and the ambulance will be here soon," Oliver said.
"No need," Natalie remained calm, "You call the ambulance first, then help me downstairs."
To avoid confusion, Natalie had previously learned that it was fine to give birth within 24 hours of the water breaking, but contractions would follow the rupture of the amniotic sac.
She still had some time before the 24-hour mark.
"Can you walk?" Oliver quickly called the hospital to send an ambulance and said, "I'll carry you down."
"I can walk myself," Natalie insisted.
Oliver insisted. "I'll carry you."
His face was completely tense, devoid of any joy of impending fatherhood, instead showing seriousness.
Before Natalie could even educate Oliver on childbirth, she suddenly felt light as he lifted her up.
"Mr. Windsor, Natalie, what's going on?" Liam noticed that something was amiss.
"Uncle Liam, call John," Oliver instructed, then turned to another maid and said, "Prepare everything Natalie needs for delivery."
"Is she going into labor?" Mr. Liam was startled and quickly called John, the obstetrician at the Rosewood Estate, before informing Marjorie.
The main building, which had been quiet, suddenly became bustling.
"Did Natalie fall? What's going on? Oliver, you should be looking after your wife Natalie!" Marjorie, who usually cared about her image, hadn't even changed her clothes, hastily threw on a shawl and rushed outside, wide awake.
"Emma, don't worry, I didn't fall. I'm fine," Natalie said helplessly, "My waters just broke suddenly, I can walk by myself, it's just that Oliver is too..."
Natalie hesitated.
"Are the contractions starting?" Marjorie asked.
Natalie shook her head, "I don't feel anything yet."
Marjorie understood that it was normal for the child to be born a week early from the due date, and that Oliver was just overly anxious.
"Quick, put Natalie down!" Marjorie was exasperated. "For a natural birth, after the water breaks, you should walk around and wait for dilation. They say one pregnancy makes you silly for three years. I think Natalie is pretty smart, but Oliver, have you been dumbed down?" Marjorie said.
Marjorie had a look of "I've never seen such a foolish grandson."
Even a genius like Oliver rarely showed such a bewildered expression.
"I just told you, and you didn't believe me," Natalie poked Oliver's shoulder, looking innocent.
The surrounding staff wanted to laugh but dared not. Only Mr. Liam laughed it off with a smile, saying, "Mr. Windsor is just too nervous."
Because Oliver valued Natalie's well-being more than his own life, he was flustered in this way.
Mr. Liam had watched Oliver grow up, from childhood to adulthood. This Mr. Windsor had always been calm to the point of seeming cold-blooded. Even when Hillary passed away, he had never seen Oliver like this.
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