Sir Ares, Goodnight novel (Jay Ares and Rose)
Chapter 1602

It was up until she no longer had the strength to toss and turn. She was no longer fighting back as she lay on the bed, her breathing thin as silk.

She stubbornly exhausted herself and weakly told Sis Shirley, "I may not have much time left, Sis Shirley. I'll have to tell you a couple of things before I die."

Shirley knelt before the bed, her face drenched in tears. "Lil Angeline, please don't think that way. You'll be fine. How about I call Jay over, okay?"

Angeline refused her firmly. "No. Don't let him know about my current condition. If I die, don't let him see my remains and tell him that I passed on peacefully. That way, he'll feel much better.

"Also, Sis Shirley, I'm truly sorry I can't keep you company."

After finishing her sentences, Angeline lost consciousness.

Shirley wailed aloud, lamenting to the heavens, while Mrs. Yorks kept her composure. She placed her ear on Angelina's heart and said, "Shirley, she's not dead. Her breathing is steady as well. Her anxiety must've triggered all kinds of unrealistic hallucinations."

Shirley was immediately relieved.

After the intense shock, Shirley's stomach felt slightly abnormal, as if contractions would occur at any time.

Mrs. Yorks was an experienced person, so she noted," I think you're about to give birth, Shirley. We have to make some preparations in advance."

Shirley looked at Angeline, who was tortured by her illness, and thought it was indeed not the right time to have a baby.

However, whatever one was terrified of would always come first.

After Angeline lay heavily sick in bed for a week, she had entirely accepted that she would now be permanently paralyzed for the following second half of her life. Just then, Sis Shirley's water broke. Mrs. Yorks was panicky as she exclaimed, "What do we do? Shirley, it's dangerous for the child once your water breaks. You'll have to go to the hospital in town as soon as possible."

Once Angeline heard that Sis Shirley was in danger, she mustered up the strength that came out of nowhere to sit up. It was as if she could no longer feel the pain in her body as she staggered into the living room after putting her clothes on.

"I'll get a doctor. Take good care of Sis Shirley, Aunt Crystal."

Mrs. Yorks stared at Angeline in much astonishment and disbelief as she floated about like a ghost.

However, due to the critical situation, Mrs. Yorks and Angeline both had their hands full. They hurriedly pack the necessities needed for Sis Shirley to deliver, and once the ambulance arrived, Angeline and Mrs. Yorks accompanied her to the hospital.

In the hospital, Sis Shirley was quickly pushed into the delivery room, and they could hear her painful screams.

Angeline hovered outside while hugging her arms.

Mrs. Yorks held the frail and thin Angeline in her arms as she comforted, saying, "Don't be afraid, Angeline. Your sister will be fine."

Angeline was obviously overwhelmed, yet she stubbornly replied, "I'm not scared, Aunt Crystal."

Mrs. Yorks stretched out her hands to tidy up Angelina's hair that looked like a chicken's coop. She had not gotten out of bed for seven days now, and just when Mrs. Yorks thought that she would never again b e able to get up, Angeline had stood up miraculously when Sis Shirley was about to give birth to her baby.

When she gave it further thought, it was Angelina's own love and sense of responsibility that got her through this hurdle.

Mrs. Yorks was utterly moved. Angeline was such a good kid. If she were her daughter-in-law, she would love Angeline to bits.

Why did she have to end up being the daughter-in-law of that evil wench, Chloe Yorks?

When the baby's cries were heard, Angeline showed a smile on her face.

"She did it. My sister gave birth."

She started hopping around like a child.

The doctors and nurses walking around the hospital were all looking at Angeline attentively. She was still in her pajamas and windbreaker while her long hair was messy, greasy, and stuck together. Meanwhile, Mrs. Yorks shared the joy of being promoted to a grandmother.