Three Years Forgotten, Why Go Crazy When I Say Goodbye? novel Chapter 637

His low, steady voice cut through the blinding haze of pain, anchoring her to reality and absorbing all her fear.

After hours of grueling labor, a sharp, piercing cry shattered the tension in the room.

The absolute exhaustion hit Willow like a tidal wave. She collapsed back against the pillows, gasping for air, completely drained. Beside her, Silas's iron composure finally cracked.

The ruthless, untouchable billionaire—a man who had never shown a shred of vulnerability to the world—suddenly had tears in his eyes. A single, scalding tear slipped down his cheek and landed on her sweat-drenched skin.

He leaned down, pressing a fervent, trembling kiss to her forehead. "One is enough," he rasped, his voice raw. "I am never letting you go through this again."

Breathing heavily, Willow managed a weak smile. She reached up, her trembling fingers brushing his cheek. "I'm okay. Go look at the baby. Go see our child."

Silas shook his head, pressing his face against her palm, refusing to look away from her. "No. The doctors have her. My parents are out there. I'm staying right here with you."

To him, Willow would always come first. She was his beginning, his end, and his entire universe. The baby only mattered because she was half Willow.

Her heart swelled, but maternal instinct won out. "Go on," she urged softly. "I want to see her. Bring her to me."

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