Don't Mess with the Girl with Candy novel Chapter 1591

"Mhm." Juniper lay against Shanley's chest, her brows furrowed as she let out a sleepy yawn. "If they hadn't invited me for a home-cooked meal, I wouldn't have gone."

Such a little foodie!

Shanley carried her into the washroom and gently cleaned her up.

Just as they were about to eat, Juniper's phone rang.

"It's Celine," Shanley noted, glancing at the caller ID before answering the phone and handing it over.

"Celine." Juniper took a sip of her soup. She listened for only a few seconds before suddenly standing up. "Celine is in labor?"

Wasn't her due date still ten days away?

"Take good care of her, I'm heading over right now." Before hanging up, Juniper threw down a harsh warning. "If anything happens to her, I will never forgive you."

Warren Sherwin didn't dare say a single word in his defense. He bore an undeniable responsibility for her unexpected pregnancy before her body had fully recovered.

Throughout her pregnancy, Juniper had been constantly on edge, meticulously managing her care. They had finally made it to the third trimester, only for her to go into early labor.

Hanging up the phone, Juniper walked straight out the door in her slippers, not even grabbing a coat.

"Juniper—"

Shanley instinctively chased after her, then paused and rushed back inside.

"Sir, here are her clothes and shoes." Dana had already prepared them, offering a gentle reassurance. "She has someone watching over her. Ms. Sherwin and the baby will definitely be fine."

"Thank you, Dana."

Shanley took the items and sprinted out the door.

It was a freezing night with a howling, bitter wind. Juniper walked through the icy parking garage in her house slippers, the piercing chill biting through her thin clothes.

"Juniper—"

Shanley quickly caught up, draping his trench coat over her shoulders before sweeping her into his arms. He opened the car door and gently placed her on the seat.

The plane touched down at a private airport on Liberty Island, and a car sent by Warren drove them straight to the harbor.

After a ferry ride, they finally arrived at the estate.

By then, the doctors from Subterra Vanguard had already arrived. A team of top-tier obstetricians was standing by at the entrance.

"Specter." Seeing Juniper, everyone respectfully lowered their heads.

"What's the situation?" Juniper didn't care about the formalities, striding briskly inside.

"Her body was previously compromised, and she's been on medication to manage her condition throughout the pregnancy."

The female doctor followed closely, speaking rapidly. "Labor has started, and we've administered painkillers. But her condition is too unique; without you here, we didn't dare use any other medications."

Hearing this, Juniper picked up her pace, following the maid into the inner bedroom.

Celine lay weakly on the bed, her hair soaked with sweat, her face entirely devoid of color.