My Unborn Baby Chose My Husband for Me novel Chapter 298

He wasn't exhausted; he was utterly terrified.

In the ruthless corporate arena, Lucian Langford was a cold-blooded apex predator, capable of signing away billions without his heart rate ever spiking.

But right now, his hands were violently shaking.

His wife, and the child growing inside her, were enduring the most critical trial of their lives.

And he wasn't there to protect her.

He checked his watch—2:15 PM.

With clear traffic, the drive from the tower to Mercy Medical Center would take exactly twenty minutes.

Twenty minutes.

It was an eternity.

He yanked out his phone and dialed Seraphina's number.

It rang three agonizing times before the line connected.

"Sera?"

Her voice drifted through the speaker, horrifyingly weak but fighting for composure. "Darling... I'm okay. Don't panic."

"Where are you? Are you in the ambulance yet?"

Lucian wanted to put his fist through a wall for his own negligence.

She was in the final stages of her pregnancy; he should have been glued to her side.

Even if he had to run the empire, he should have assigned a dedicated medical team to watch her around the clock.

They were still a week out from the due date; he never anticipated it would happen so violently and without warning.

"They're... loading me in now. Susan is right here," Seraphina gasped out, the words fragmented by the crushing agony. "Don't worry... we'll be at the hospital in no time."

"I'm on my way right now."

"Okay." She let out a soft, strained breath. "Don't... don't drive like a maniac. Be safe."

Lucian ended the call, his grip on the phone so tight his knuckles drained of blood.

The elevator chimed at the subterranean executive garage. He sprinted to his sports car, vaulted into the driver's seat, and punched the ignition.

The engine roared to life, and the car violently launched out of the parking structure.

...

Fifteen agonizing minutes later, the ambulance violently braked at the emergency entrance.

The medical team practically flew out of the back, rushing the gurney straight through the double doors and directly into the maternity ward.

Nurses immediately stripped her down and hooked her up to monitors, operating with terrifying, chaotic efficiency.

"She's dilated to six centimeters. It's happening fast," the attending obstetrician barked out after a rapid exam.

Laying on the delivery bed, Seraphina gripped the sterile sheets with a white-knuckled desperation, her eyes locked onto the delivery room doors.

Lucian wasn't here yet.

He still wasn't here.

He had promised her. He promised he would watch their child enter the world.

Another catastrophic wave of pain slammed into her, tearing a ragged scream from her throat.

She kept her gaze pinned to the doorway, praying to whatever higher power existed that he would burst through in the next second.

"Try to relax, Mrs. Langford. Deep breaths. Follow my lead," the midwife instructed, attempting to ground her.

Just then, the heavy doors of the delivery room violently swung open.