Then, a colleague suddenly commented, "You're so kind, Miss Taylor. Even though Nydia treats you poorly, you’re still worried about her in such a critical moment."
"Exactly. Always calling her ‘Nydia,’ aren’t you afraid she’ll eat you alive one day?" The other chimed in.
Cynthia’s soft, trembling voice answered, "Don’t say that. Nydia’s just jealous because she loves Hadden too much."
The words stung, but I didn’t have time to dwell on them. My emotions, combined with the virus exposure, were taking a toll. I felt the baby in my womb kicking frantically, my contractions starting.
Gritting my teeth, I forced myself to leave the bathroom and faced them.
"Hadden, I think I’m going into labor. The contractions are starting," I announced.
However, he didn’t even glance at me. Instead, he gently helped Cynthia into her protective suit and carried her out of the ward.
My colleagues even snickered and started their disdainful comments.
"You’re standing here perfectly fine, and now you’re claiming you’re having contractions?"
"Right? You’re a medical professional. Do you even believe yourself?"
Just then, the contractions came in waves, but they dismissed my pain as theatrics. Soon, my water broke and fluid pooled beneath me, but their jeers only grew harsher.
"Nydia, are you seriously wetting yourself in front of all of us?"
"How embarrassing. Ugly people really do cause the most trouble."
But, despite their humiliation, Hadden didn’t defend me. Instead, he glanced at the wet stain on my pants and sneered.
In my previous life, I had called the emergency line for him. At first, he hesitated outside the nurse’s station then after a while, he finally put a hazmat suit on me. For the sake of our child, he fed me the only vial of the antidote, saving my life.
Meanwhile, Cynthia succumbed to the virus. But then, he assured me her death wasn’t my fault and urged me not to let guilt affect the baby. As such, I was forced into an early hospital stay, surrounded by monitoring equipment, awaiting delivery.
Nydia's POV
Hadden said he would personally deliver my baby, but the moment I gave birth, he injected our newborn with a lethal dose right in front of me.
The baby didn’t even get the chance to cry. Its tiny body stiffened in his arms, breathless and lifeless.
He then laughed—a sound so cold it froze me in place.