A Wedding Night Gone Terribly Wrong novel Chapter 282

Leaning against the wall, Winifred slowly slid down. Her hips had barely touched the chair when a gurney careened out of the elevator, several people running alongside it as they sprinted toward the surgical wing.

"Make way! Make way!" the medical staff shouted.

Amidst the chaos, a familiar male voice rang out. "Clear the path ahead!"

Winifred turned her head. As the gurney rushed past her right side, she saw her ex-husband, Holden Lockwood, pushing the foot of the bed with an expression of pure agony. He had just left the maternity ward, and now he was here. Fate had a sick sense of humor.

That meant the woman on the gurney had to be Iris Morgan.

Winifred's view had been blocked by the crowd, but as they drew closer, she clearly saw Iris lying there. At the same moment, Iris's wide eyes locked onto her face.

"Winifred? What is she doing here?" Iris gasped from the gurney, her voice catching as she looked up. "Holden..."

"What is it?" Holden leaned down.

"Is she stalking you again? Did she come here specifically to wait for you?"

The implication was obvious: Iris thought Winifred was seizing the opportunity to get close to Holden while she was stuck in surgery.

Holden's response was instantaneous. "Don't worry. I won't give her the chance."

"Don't you dare talk to her," Iris pleaded softly.

"Understood. I promise I won't."

"As soon as I go in, you make her leave!"

"Okay, whatever you say."

The surgery doors swung open, and the front half of the gurney disappeared inside. "Holden, I'm scared," Iris whimpered.

Holden stood at the threshold, projecting his voice to comfort her. "Relax. I'll be right outside waiting for you."

Winifred's hands curled into fists. Holden was usually the type to ignore idle chatter from strangers. He didn't have to answer, yet he did. He knew Iris was stressed. He knew she was hemorrhaging. He knew exactly what medical procedure she needed. He knew absolutely everything about her.

He truly loved that woman to death.

The old woman clicked her tongue in admiration. "You are such a good man. So considerate, gentle, and loving to your wife." She sighed heavily. "I wish my son-in-law had even a tenth of your dedication. When my daughter had her first baby, he was away on a trip. For her second, he got bored waiting outside the delivery room and went to sleep in the patient ward. When she finally came out, the nurses paged him multiple times, but he was nowhere to be found. And now that she's having this awful complication, he's off drinking with his friends out of town and still hasn't come back."

Beatrice threw a smug glance in Winifred's direction before practically preening. "My son-in-law treats my daughter like an absolute treasure."

"I can see that," the old woman nodded. "He adores her. A man like your son-in-law wouldn't even blink during an all-night vigil outside the delivery room. Your daughter is so lucky; she'll never have a single regret when she has a baby."

"Of course," Beatrice agreed. "The women who end up crying or getting depressed after giving birth are the ones who don't have anyone to care for them. When a woman is truly cherished by her man and valued by her in-laws, bringing a new life into the world is a joyous occasion. The whole family revolves around her."

She gently patted Holden's arm. He smiled warmly in response and made a public declaration.

"Giving birth is stepping up to death's door. While she's in there enduring the pain, it's my duty to give her all my love and protection, to meet her every need, and to ensure both her physical and emotional well-being."