My father sold me to the Mafia King novel Chapter 292

Chapter 292: 292/The Cold Cradle

Chapter 292:

Steve’s POV

I was pacing back and forth in that narrow medical corridor with rapid, agitated, and erratic steps, my fists clenched violently inside my coat pockets in an attempt to control the trembling of my fingers. I was living completely on my nerves, every fiber of my being ablaze with anxiety. I didn’t know how I would endure these agonizing minutes, or how I would swallow the fact that I was standing helpless, my hands tied behind this fucking door, while Julie fought her battle entirely alone inside. Terrifying questions began to mercilessly gnaw at my mind: Is she afraid right now? Are her insides being torn apart by the pain? Is she screaming my name without me hearing her?

In the midst of those cruel moments that nearly drove me out of my mind, Olivia moved with calm, measured steps toward my tense spot. She lightly reached out and placed her warm palm over my rock-stiff shoulder, speaking in a quiet tone that carried a sincere consolation I wasn’t accustomed to from her: "Julie will be fine, Steve, don’t worry... she’s a strong girl."

I turned toward her slowly, the muscles of my pale, exhausted face relaxing slightly at the sight of her placid features. I spoke in a low voice: "I... I truly thought you had left the hospital and abandoned us the moment you dropped us off."

Olivia shook her head in a slow negative, her features softening as she replied: "In truth... my heart wouldn’t let me go and leave the two of you in this critical state."

I let out a deep, long breath of relief, feeling some of the weight lift from my chest. Then, I added in an exhausted, grateful tone: "Thank you so much, Olivia... thank you for pushing through and getting us here just in time."

She averted her gaze from me for a moment toward the cold tiles, trying to hide her emotion as she asked softly: "That doesn’t matter between us right now... so, is Julie expecting a boy?"

I knitted my brows in surprise and inquiry, my strained eyes widening as I looked at her: "Yes, that’s correct... but tell me, how did you know this secret when we didn’t tell you?"

She pointed her index finger gently toward the nearby plastic bench where our belongings lay, replying with a stroke of cleverness: "It’s not magic; I saw the color of the bag you brought with you it’s clearly blue. Add to that, you were repeatedly whispering the word ’boy’ in the car."

I nodded in agreement, clenching my jaw tightly as I remembered the details of this grueling pregnancy. Then, I commented in a tone heavy with worries and pain: "You’re right... yes, it’s a baby boy."

Olivia turned her face once more toward the closed wooden door of the delivery and operating room, asking with curiosity and concern: "How long has it been since she entered that room?"

I gripped the strands of my hair with my trembling hand, answering as I nearly collapsed: "Forty-five full minutes... but I am so terrified, Olivia terrified of this suffocating silence inside."

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