Chapter 1743:


    “The mother is still in surgery,” a nurse said briefly, then turned and hurried back inside.


    Not long after, Rosanna was wheeled out on a gurney. Kenny passed the baby to Brenna and rushed to his wife’s side. “How are you feeling, honey?”


    A tired but joyful smile crossed Rosanna’s face. “Everything went smoothly. I’m all right.”


    Emmett nced at Kenny and Rosanna, but his thoughts never strayed from Shari. She had checked in before Rosanna, yet herbor showed no sign of ending. How could he not be worried? Regret gnawed at him. He never should have let her go through with the pregnancy. She was no longer young—childbirth carried real risks for her. If something happened to her, he knew he would never forgive himself.


    The minutes barely moved. Rosanna was already resting in her hospital room, while Shari still hadn’t been brought out. Two more sma bags were rushed into the operating room.


    Four agonizing hours passed before the nurses finally wheeled Shari out.


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    The doctor exined afterward that she had suffered internal bleeding. Finding the source had taken a long time. It had taken four thousand milliliters of sma before they finally brought it under control.


    Shariy still on the gurney, all color drained from her face, lost in a deep, exhausted sleep. Emmett’s chest tightened at the sight of her.


    “Doctor,” he said, his voice barely steady, “will my wife be all right?”


    The doctor offered a measured reassurance. “Her vitals have stabilized. She should regain consciousness within the hour. We’ll continue to monitor her closely.”


    For the first time all day, relief washed over Emmett. The thought of losing Shari had frightened him in a way he hadn’t expected. He had assumed that at his age, he was past the kind of helpless, consuming love that left a person undone—but Shari had proved him wrong. She was gentle, always thoughtful, and he found he was willing to give her anything she asked for.


    About an hourter, Shari’s eyelids fluttered open. Her family gathered around her bed at once. Her mother, more emotional than anyone else in the room, struggled to hold back tears.


    Emmett took her hand and held it. “You’re finally awake. Both our girls are healthy. You’ve been through so much for this family. You’re a hero. Is there anything you’re craving? I’ll have the maid prepare it for you.”


    Shari’s smile was faint but genuine. She knew full well how close she hade to not waking up at all. The word “hemorrhage” still echoed in her memory—she had felt her life beginning to slip away. And yet she had no regrets. She had brought two daughters into the world, her own small legacy. Even if things had ended there, she told herself she could have epted it.


    “Where are my babies?” she said, her voice soft but her mood unmistakably bright. “I want to see them.”


    The moment sheid eyes on her daughters—tiny and wrinkled, still new to the world—she let out a quietugh. “They’re a little ugly, aren’t they?”


    Her mother wiped at happy tears. “Give them time, sweetheart. They’ll be beautiful before you know it.”


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