"I don't know what sins I committed in my past life to give birth to such a wretched thing!"

I stumbled backward, my lower back slamming hard against the entryway.

Caleb's eyes widened as he reached out to catch me, but he was still too slow. I was pushed back and fell to the ground.

"Honey!"

A sharp pain shot through my lower abdomen as a warm flow gushed out.

I clutched my stomach, my face contorted in fear. "My stomach hurts so bad, my baby!"

Caleb frantically supported my waist, while my mother stood there sarcastically remarking. "It's just being pregnant, why are you being so dramatic?"

Just then, a burnt smell came from the kitchen.

Isabel slapped her thigh and exclaimed. "Oh-no, Ronan's favorite crayfish!"

She didn't even glance at me again, turning her head and disappearing into the kitchen.

My heart sank.

Too bad, in my mother's eyes, the baby in my womb wasn't as important as a pot of crayfish.

I gave a cold laugh, gripped Caleb's hand tightly and said weakly, "Honey, quick, take me to the hospital!"

Caleb rushed me to the hospital and the doctor's expression changed drastically.

"She is hemorrhaging severely and requires an immediate cesarean section! Family members must sign the consent form as soon as possible!"

Caleb's hands were trembling so badly he could barely hold the pen.

He clung to the moving operating table, his eyes bloodshot. Always cheering me on by my side.

As I was being wheeled into the operating room, my phone suddenly rang—it was a call from my mother.

Caleb answered the call, but before he could speak, he heard Isabel's impatient voice.

"Hey, why haven't you come back to wash the dishes yet? Ronan wants some grapes. You might as well buy two pounds on your way back—make sure they're sweet."

"Mom!" The usually good-tempered husband suddenly raised his voice, his tone laced with barely suppressed sobs.

"Isla is hemorrhaging severely and her life is in danger. Don't you have a heart? She's your daughter too!"

There was a few seconds of silence on the other end of the phone, then Isabel's nonchalant voice came through.

"Making a big deal out of a small problem. Medicine is so advanced now, what could possibly happen?"

"Isla is just having a baby. You come back and do the dishes, buy some grapes too on your way, don't keep Ronan waiting!"

With that, she hung up the phone.