The atmosphere in the room was palpably somber and oppressive.


    The baby was sleeping soundly in her bass, with the maternity nurse watching over her.


    Helen sat by the hospital bed, quietly wiping her tears. Clearly, they had already heard the news of Yvonne''s death.


    Dana, her eyes also red, looked at Bet, at a loss for words.


    The birth of a child should have been a joyous asion, a celebration of new life. Instead, the mother had been lost, turning their joy into mourning.


    Dana knew that no words offort would help right now. She could only let out a long sigh and say to Bet, “Bet, go see your child."


    "Okay.” Bet nodded, walked to the bass, and lifted his daughter out.


    The little one was a newborn, so she wasn''t exactly a beauty yet. Bet held the baby, looking down at her with a gentle, calm gaze.


    "Let''s call her Trinity," he said suddenly.


    "Coralie''? Is that what you said? It''s a lovely name, like the coral," Emma said, her selective hearing already deciding on the baby''s future.


    "No, it''s Trinity. With her, Yvonne and I are finally a real family,” Bet said, rocking the baby.


    As a new father, Bet''s hold was awkward and stiff. The baby, likely ufortable, suddenly started wailing.


    The baby cried with her eyes squeezed shut, her little body a soft bundle, yet her cries were surprisingly loud.


    Bet was at aplete loss.


    Seeing this, the maternity nurse quickly took the baby from him.


    "What nonsense are you talking about? You can''t just pick a random name for a


    child. Look, even the baby doesn''t like it. Her name is Coralie, like the coral," Emma insisted.


    "Fine, whatever you say." Bet nodded obediently, not arguing with Emma.


    Meanwhile, in the morgue.


    Yvonne, wrapped in a thick nket,y next to two other bodies.


    As a police officer who had already ''died'' once, Yvonne wasn''t afraid of corpses li was just so cold in the morgue. She really wanted to pull the nket over her head.


    While ying dead, Yvonne grew anxious. Doesn''t Ynda need my kidney? Why isn''t anyone here yet? If they don''te soon, I''m going to rise from the dead just from Shivering


    Just as she was thinking this, she heard the morgue door open.


    Two people in white coats and masks entered, pushing a gurney. They positioned it


    next to Yvonne, then moved her onto it and wheeled her out.


    Finally, some warmth, Yvonne thought, wanting to let out a long sigh of relief. But


    she had to hold her breath and keep ying dead.


    This is so exhausting.


    Yvonne was lifted into an


    ambnce by the two figures in


    white coats and masks. The


    ambnce then sped away


    the


    hospital, sirens screaming into the


    night.


    The ambnce drove for nearly two hours. Yvonne was so jostled she was about to


    fall asleep when the vehicle finally stopped in front of a county hospital.


    She was carried out again and taken into an operating room.


    Yvonne was ced on an operating table, surrounded by two doctors and two surgical nurses.


    "Is Ms. Walker ready?" one doctor asked.


    "Ms. Walker''s pre-op isplete. We''re bringing her in now," a nurse replied.


    "Good, bring her in." The doctor began checking the surgical instruments, making final preparations.


    A momentter, Ynda was wheeled in. Shey on another operating table, already anesthetized and unconscious.