A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love
Chapter 3670

No one brought up past grievances or broached uncomfortable topics with Leonel.

The waiting seemed interminable.

Marcus eventually broke the silence, offering Leonel a cigarette.

“I quit smoking,” Leonel declined.

With a scoff, Marcus walked away to smoke alone.

Inside the delivery room, the medical team continued to support Alexis.

Once her cervix had fully dilated, the pain intensified, beads of sweat forming on her forehead.

Yet, she clenched her teeth, determined not to cry out.

As the overhead lamp flickered slightly, Alexis was overwhelmed by a surge of memories.

“Alexis, let’s have another baby.

”

“Alexis, I promise not to hurt you again, and I won’t let Anika or any other woman come between us.

”

But Leonel, it’s too late.

I can’t ever erase the image of you ki*sing Anika.

Alexis thought to herself.

Amidst her labor pains, tears streamed down Alexis’ face.

Driven by a mix of anguish and resentment, she cried out as the baby was born.

The pain was intense.

The baby, Cordelia Fowler, arrived at 10:10 in the morning, a moment that seemed perfectly timed.

She weighed three kilograms and measured 55 centimeters long.

“She’s beautiful, just Like her mother,” remarked the nurse.

Quickly cleaning the newborn, the nurse handed her to Alexis.

Despite the sweat on her brow and the strands of hair sticking to her face, Alexis turned to gaze tenderly at her daughter.

The baby was indeed beautiful, despite the wrinkled skin.

A wave of joy washed over Alexis.

She smiled at her daughter, though her complexion grew increasingly pale.

Sensing the urgency, the doctor lifted the sheet, her voice shaking as she spoke, “Prepare the plasma and start a blood transfusion immediately.

She’s hemorrhaging.

”

Before she could say more, Alexis slipped into unconsciousness.

Time was critical.

The medical team sprang into action, aware that the situation was dire.

Outside, the tension was palpable.

Waylen intercepted a passing nurse, “What’s happening?”

The obstetrician approached with a consent form.

“Alexis is hemorrhaging.

We’ve begun a transfusion.

Don’t worry, Waylen; we have enough supply.

But I need you to sign this first,” she explained succinctly.

Consumed by worry yet understanding the need for haste, Waylen quickly signed the document.

His hands shook so Rena steadied him, offering support with a gentle touch.

Without a moment’s delay, the doctor hurried back into the delivery room.

Soon after, the nurse emerged carrying Cordelia, the tender infant a stark contrast to the tense atmosphere.

Tears welled up in everyone’s eyes as they looked on.

Mixed emotions swept through the room; happiness at the arrival of the baby mingled with resentment towards Leonel.