By the time Vincent arrived at the hospital, Mrs. Walker was long gone.


    April had been taken into delivery room, but the baby had not yet been born.


    "Doctor, how is my wife?" Vincent asked, grabbing a doctor''s arm. He had always presented April as his wife to outsiders, so no one had questioned their rtionship. But now that Mrs. Walker had made a scene revealing April as the mistress, his use of the phrase ''my wife'' sounded rather absurd.


    Even the way the doctor looked at Vincent held a strange, unspoken judgment.


    "The mother suffered severe distress, which inducedbor prematurely. However, the baby is full-term and the fetal heart rate is normal, so there shouldn''t be any major problems," the doctor exined.


    After all, April had a background as a police detective, and she was in much better physical shape than the average woman. That''s why, even after being beaten and kicked by Mrs. Walker, she had managed to protect the baby.


    Hearing this, Vincent felt a wave of relief wash over him. "When do you think the baby will be born?" he asked.


    "Labor varies from woman to woman; it can be long or short, so it''s hard to say. However, the mother is of advanced maternal age. If she hasn''t delivered by tonight, we''ll opt for a Cesarean section for safety," the doctor added.


    Vincent nodded in understanding, but he couldn''t help but worry. April was the woman he loved, and the child in her womb was the one he had been longing for.


    Vincent didn''t leave the hospital. He waited all through the evening until finally, April gave birth. It was a natural delivery, and she had a healthy boy weighing seven pounds and eleven ounces. Both mother and child were safe.


    A nurse brought the baby out and handed him to Vincent.


    "It''s a boy, seven pounds and eleven ounces. Congrattions."


    Vincent took the baby with extreme care. At an age when most men were bing grandfathers, he finally had a son of his own.


    The baby was red and wrinkly, looking a little funny, but Vincent was so overjoyed he almost shouted for joy.


    A short whileter, April was brought back to her room.


    Having had a natural birth, her physical condition was decent, but her mood was foul. Shey in bed. with her back turned to Vincent, ignoring himpletely.


    Vincent sat by the bedside. The baby was sleeping soundly in a bass nearby.


    Vincent''s gaze was glued to the child, a smile stered on his face. "April my love, look at our son He has your eyes, but my nose and mouth. Isn''t he adorable?"


    April was awake, but she remained silent, and the atmosphere in the room was palpably tense.


    The baby, who had been sleeping soundly in his bass, suddenly opened his mouth and began to cry.


    Hearing the baby''s cries, Vincent immediately looked flustered. April also turned over, her eyes filled with concern.


    At that point, in addition to the attendant, a professional night nurse they had hired was also in the room.


    The night nurse came over and felt the baby''s diaper.


    "He''s wet, no wonder he''s crying so


    loudly." With professional and gentle


    hands she changed the baby''s


    diaper and then picked him


    up to


    feed him.


    Once the baby was taken away, Vincent''s gaze finally settled on April.


    He reached out and pulled April into his arms. After a brief struggle, she rxed and leaned into his chest.


    "April, my love, you''ve been through so much."


    Hearing his words, April didn''t say anything, but simply burrowed into his embrace and began to sob.


    In all her life, April had never felt so utterly humiliated.


    "There, there, don''t cry. You need to rest and save your strength," Vincent coaxed her patiently.


    April cried for a long time before she finally stopped, her eyes puffy and swollen.