Chapter 56: Chapter 56: Critical Condition Notice
Looking at Serena Yeats’ pale little face, Old Madam Lancaster’s tears fell as well.
She hugged Serena Yeats, comforting her, "Serena, don’t be afraid, you are the most precious treasure of our Lancaster Family, he should be on his way back now.
Mom will go urge him to hurry up, alright?"
Serena Yeats nodded lightly.
She was tormented by the pain from her belly once again, unable to think.
Nanny Livingston and Nia Irving watched from the side, looking worried.
Giving birth is difficult, even one is hard enough, let alone twins; they were all afraid Serena Yeats wouldn’t be able to hold on.
Old Madam Lancaster instructed Nanny Livingston and Nia Irving to take care of her, and she immediately ran towards the lounge.
"Arthur Lancaster, quickly contact that kid, Serena is about to give birth, why isn’t he back yet? What could be more important than her giving birth?"
Old Master Lancaster and Old Master Keaton exchanged a glance and shook their heads.
Quentin Shaw said helplessly.
"Madam, Chairman Lancaster informed me to come, and I have already tried to contact President Lancaster, but cannot reach him."
"What? What’s going on? What is he doing?" Old Madam Lancaster’s face turned pale as she quickly walked towards Quentin Shaw.
Old Master Lancaster said calmly, "It probably won’t be a problem, he took thousands from the training base, and the upper echelons are not unfriendly to our family, nothing will go wrong."
Though Old Master Lancaster said this, his heart was also uncertain.
After all, it involved snatching someone from the mafia, indicating danger.
Old Madam Lancaster immediately understood something and turned to look at Old Master Keaton.
She didn’t say a word or ask anything, her mind chaotic.
She had always trusted her son’s abilities, never worried about him, but now she couldn’t reach him.
About the Keaton Family’s matter, she had heard bits and pieces; the opposing side was not weak, and now Serena Yeats’ situation was like this.
With Elias Lancaster unreachable, she suddenly became anxious.
Afterwards.
She walked out of the lounge and didn’t see Serena Yeats and the others in the corridor, so she went directly to the ward.
What she saw was Serena Yeats sitting on the bed, clutching the bedsheet tightly, biting her lip while enduring.
She was almost exhausted, like she had been fished out of the water.
Old Madam Lancaster and Nanny Livingston joined forces to wipe her face and body.
Serena Yeats let them maneuver her, but when she hurt, she would push them away and sit up.
Towards noon, a nurse came once again to check her cervix, it had dilated to six centimeters.
The progress was indeed slow, making the wait unbearable.
After the examination, Serena Yeats looked at Old Madam Lancaster.
"Mom, when did Elias say he would be back?"
Old Madam Lancaster pressed her lips, her expression very poor.
Seeing her expression, Serena Yeats stopped asking, "Mom, I’m hungry."
In the time that followed, each phase of pain passed, Serena Yeats would walk to the window, watching the vehicles coming and going downstairs.
As the sky slowly darkened, she never saw the person she wanted to see.
"Knock knock..."
The door to the ward was knocked, Serena Yeats’ dim eyes instantly brightened up, but the visitor was a bodyguard.
"Madam, Young Master from the Keaton Family said they’re now on their way back."
Serena Yeats was about to say something, but the pain came, and she couldn’t speak.
All she felt was pain, wishing she could faint so she wouldn’t feel it anymore.
It was another sleepless night, seeing Serena Yeats’ bloodshot eyes, her body visibly unable to hold on.
Old Madam Lancaster wanted the doctor to do a C-section, but Serena Yeats still insisted on persevering, saying she could endure.
Until deep into the night, just past four, Serena Yeats suddenly screamed, clutching tightly onto Nia Irving’s arm.
"Nia, quickly call the doctor, something’s coming out..."
Old Madam Lancaster didn’t know what was happening.
Nanny Livingston realized immediately, hurriedly pressed the call bell.
She then lifted Serena Yeats’ skirt to take a look.
Serena Yeats whispered, "I don’t know how I just peed myself."
Old Madam Lancaster realized at that, came forward to calm her, "Serena, the water broke."
The water had broken, but the cervix still needed to be checked.
Serena Yeats could no longer count how many times she had contracted, shaking all over each time her cervix was examined.
After this check, the nurse quickly ran out to find the doctor, saying it had dilated to eight centimeters, and the doctor decided to go into the delivery room.
Serena Yeats lay on the flatbed being pushed into the delivery room, trembling all over, clutching Old Madam Lancaster’s hand.
"Mom, why isn’t he back yet? I’m scared..."
Old Madam Lancaster and the others followed the hospital bed cart all the way.
Old Master Lancaster followed at the end, although away, he felt Serena Yeats’ fear.
He looked at Quentin Shaw, who immediately understood, preparing to contact people from other sides.
But just as he picked up the phone, it rang, looking at the number, it was unfamiliar.
Quentin Shaw didn’t dare delay, immediately answered.
A young male voice came from the other side.
"Quentin Shaw, it’s me, Ronan Keaton."
"Young Master, how are things over there?" Quentin Shaw quickly asked.
"Give the phone to Uncle Lancaster," Ronan Keaton’s tone was somewhat heavy.
Quentin Shaw paused for a moment, then looked at Old Master Lancaster.
Old Master Lancaster snatched the phone, putting it to his ear.
"Speak."
"Uncle Lancaster, there’s something you need to be mentally prepared for."
Old Master Lancaster’s steps stopped.
"Is he alive?"
"Still alive, Elias was ambushed while saving me and my dad, got injured in an explosion, currently in hospital receiving emergency treatment, the doctor... has issued a critical condition notice."
Old Master Lancaster’s mind buzzed, his body swayed, Quentin Shaw hastily supported him.
"Will he survive?"
A moment of silence from the other end, a breathless confirmation.
"He’s severely wounded, the explosion was too close, but fortunately, he reacted quickly, dodged, otherwise..."
No need for him to finish, Old Master Lancaster understood what it would mean.
He raised his eyes towards Serena Yeats’ direction, the young girl was staring at him.
His hand gripped tightly. "Can he be moved after the emergency?"
Ronan Keaton said, "There should be a critical period, Uncle, I’ll make sure to bring him back safely."
"Find a way, make sure he comes back, it has to be fast," Old Master Lancaster urged.
"Uncle, did something happen?" Ronan Keaton sensitively perceived.
"Serena is giving birth, she’s been in pain all night," Old Master Lancaster didn’t mince words, Elias Lancaster made a call before boarding the plane.
Told him Ronan Keaton knew Serena Yeats was the daughter the Keaton Family had been searching for, his sister.
"Has she given birth?" Ronan Keaton asked.
"She’s been in pain for so long, just entered the delivery room."
Silence on both ends, in the delivery room, what she needs most is her husband’s company and encouragement, but Elias Lancaster is unconscious right now, still in the emergency room.
"Uncle, I’ll definitely bring Elias Lancaster back safely," Ronan Keaton solemnly promised.
After hanging up.
Ronan Keaton raised his eyes towards the door of the emergency room.
Inside, doctors and nurses were recording and analyzing the patient’s condition.
Ronan Keaton stopped the nurse who was entering, "Please, tell him, Serena is in the delivery room, she’s been in pain for a long time."