Chapter 463

Morris didn't know whether to be moved or to lament the fickleness of fate. Everything that had transpired was simply unbelievable. The very next second— Morris noticed something was wrong with Eleanor. He quickly squatted down, scanning her pale, pain-stricken face. Eleanor was biting her lip tightly, suppressing any sound. But anyone with eyes could see the sheer agony she was enduring—her face ashen, her brows deeply furrowed, her entire body trembling uncontrollably. Morris’s expression darkened. “Eleanor, what’s happening to you?” Eleanor didn’t answer. She was in so much pain that words failed her. After taking another look at her condition, Morris's face changed drastically. “Oh no... you’re going into labor!” His voice carried a trace of urgency. It wasn’t just labor—it was premature labor, several days earlier than expected. And from the looks of it, the situation was critical. The shock, the grief, the emotional toll—it had all been too much for her. Morris wasted no time. Wi