Chapter 1742:


    One afternoon, just as Brenna was wrapping up for the day, her phone buzzed. Elsa’s voice came through, bright with urgency. “Brenna, you and Ethan need to get to the hospital—Rosanna is about to give birth!”


    Brenna headed straight there, calling Ethan on the way. When they arrived, she immediately spotted a sleek, familiar car in the parking lot—Emmett’s new vehicle.


    Inside the obstetrics department, the atmosphere was thick with tension. Brenna found both Emmett and Kenny waiting outside the delivery rooms.


    Emmett was pacing, his worry impossible to conceal. Kenny, by contrast, lookedposed. This wasn’t new territory for him—Rosanna was having her second child, and her pregnancy had gone smoothly.


    Emmett’s situation was another matter entirely. Shari had developed pregnancy-induced hypertension five months in, leaving her swollen and exhausted. Though she still had a month until her due date, she had unexpectedly gone into earlybor.


    Elsa folded her arms and fixed Emmett with a pointed look. “I warned you, didn’t I? At Shari’s age, she shouldn’t be having children. But you wouldn’t listen. And now look at what’s happened.”


    Before Emmett could reply, the door to one of the operating rooms burst open. A doctor rushed out, his voice sharp and urgent. “Who is here for Shari Mitchell? The patient is hemorrhaging—she needs a blood transfusion immediately!”


    Emmett’s nerves werepletely shot. He edged closer to the doctor, his voice trembling. “Is she in danger? Please—you have to save her.”


    The doctor tried to calm him. “Stay calm. She’s experiencing significant bleeding, but a transfusion will stabilize her.” Emmett gave a stiff nod, but the reassurance barelynded. He resumed pacing, his dread deepening with every minute that crawled by.


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    Ethan noticed and walked over, gently steering him into a chair. “Try not to worry. This hospital handles emergencies like this all the time. Shari is in good hands.”


    Emmett nodded again, his eyes fixed on the operating room doors. He watched nurses hurry back and forth carrying blood packs, each second stretching into what felt like an eternity.


    Atst, a nurse emerged holding a tiny bundle. “Family of Rosanna Mitchell?”


    Kenny straightened immediately and stepped forward. “That’s me.”


    “Congrattions—you have a healthy baby boy.” The nurse offered a quick smile, ced the newborn in his arms, and slipped back inside.


    Elsa leaned in, her face lighting up with delight. “Kenny, look at him! He’s the spitting image of you as a baby.”


    Momentster, two more nurses appeared, each cradling a newborn. “Family of Shari Mitchell?”


    Ethan helped Emmett to his feet and steadied him as he walked over. The sight of his two babies, with no sign of Shari, sent his emotions reeling. “How is my wife?” His hands shook as he reached out to take the infants, nearly fumbling in his agitation. The Astley family members stepped in quickly, taking the babies from him before anything could happen.


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