Chapter 318

"Here you go." Zayla placed a basin of cold water and two towels beside Zion. Zion deftly soaked the towels, wrung them out, and then laid them on Maeve's forehead before covering her with a blanket. "How long will it take for the doctor to arrive?" "He should be here in about ten minutes." "Get a thermometer." Zion glanced at Maeve, whose face twisted in pain as she lay on the bed with her eyes closed. He frowned. "And grab some painkillers too." "Alright. I'll get them now," Zayla said before leaving the room. Zion wiped Maeve's face gently. He wasn't sure how much discomfort women typically had to endure while having a fever, but seeing Maeve's distressed expression, he knew that she was having a tough time. "My child..." Maeve murmured in her sleep. In her dream, she was trapped in an operating room, surrounded by blood. She was wearing a white dress as she desperately banged her fists on the door. "Save the child... Sergio, save the child!" The door suddenly opened, reve