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  <div class=&quot;c-mid-container&quot; data-v-c02b8710=&quot;&quot;>The surgery was successful and Rachel was wheeled out of the theatre. She was weak and couldn't even raise her fingers. She looked pale and dying. The baby had been transferred to the Neonatal ward and placed in the incubator. But he was concerned about his wife, about Rachel's recovery. It was a preterm labour and the baby was born premature. If Rachel hadn't experienced the hell she went through at the hands of those heartless beings, what happened wouldn't have been, they probably wouldn't have had Jora as premature. When she was taken to the private ward, he sat by her and held her hand, watching her to sleep. But rather than sleeping, Rachel seemed to be getting worse. The doc

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