Chapter 4

Eloise’s POV 

In that instant, I instinctively held my breath and squeezed my legs together, but the water still flowed uncontrollably downwards.

When my mother-in-law saw the water leaking from my nightgown, she wasn't worried at all. 

 "What's there for a woman to cry about when she's giving birth? You're wailing first thing in the morning. Do you expect me to die sooner? What bad luck!" She cursed.

I feel that my child and I could not rely on my mother-in-law at all, let alone Julian, who was currently having a tender and intimate moment with his mistress in a hotel bed.

I took a deep breath, forcing myself to calm down, and carefully moved to the head of the bed to lie down, raising my legs as much as possible to prevent the water from draining too quickly. Then, I reached for my phone on the bedside table, ready to call 911 for an ambulance.

"You spendthrift little whore, don't you think 911 will cost you money?"my mother-in-law snatched the phone, hung up, stuffed it into her pocket, glared at me.

During my pregnancy, I often saw news reports about pregnant women whose water broke and who did not go to the hospital in time, resulting in fetal hypoxia and suffocation, with unimaginable consequences.

I was terrified and pleaded desperately, "Mom, I'll pay for the 911 myself, just give me the phone!"

 "You're going to pay? Isn't all your money my son Money? Today, I'm not going to let you waste my son's hard-earned money! You just stay home and give birth, it's a simple matter of yelling a few times, why go to the hospital!" Bree said.

I initially thought my mother-in-law was joking. I could tolerate how she usually bullied and disliked me, but this child was a member of the Vale family. Surely she wouldn't neglect her own grandchildren? Don't people with outdated ideas care more about the continuation of their lineage?

But to my surprise, she actually told me to wait, saying she was going downstairs to the supermarket to buy scissors and liquor to help me deliver the baby!

I thought she was just uneducated and had a feudal and stubborn mindset, but I never expected her to actually do such a thing!

I was completely terrified!

She took my phone, and there was no landline at home, so there was no hope of getting an ambulance.

But I could not  just sit here and wait to die.

Without hesitation, I grabbed a coat, my wallet, and my ID, and prepared to go downstairs to hail a taxi to the hospital.

But after going downstairs, I suddenly had a stomachache, so bad that I couldn't walk at all.

I felt a cold sweat pouring out all over my body, and my lower abdomen kept sinking down.

I struggled to walk out of the elevator, gripping the handle on the edge of the wall. I moved slowly, and eventually collapsed to the ground in pain, feeling completely disoriented.

But it was too early, and no neighbors had come downstairs to pass by yet.

Then, I fainted from the pain.

I had no idea what happened after that.

When I woke up, I was already in the hospital.

The nurse told me that I was rescued by a neighbor who happened to be jogging by. The neighbor was just trying to help out and didn't know where I was having my prenatal checkup.

The doctor hurriedly performed an internal examination on me, checked the fetal heart rate and uterine contraction data, and his face immediately fell. He said that a cesarean section was to be prepared and that a family member needed to sign the consent form.

At that moment, my mother-in-law suddenly appeared out of nowhere, grabbed the doctor. 

"We want a natural birth!" She yelled.

"No, the baby is breech, the cervix is only dilated to 2 centimeters, and there's not much amniotic fluid left. We need to have surgery immediately!"

"Giving birth is like a hen laying an egg, what's so special about that!" Bree turned around and glared at me fiercely. "The surgery will cost twenty-two thousand dollars! Our family doesn't have the money for you to waste like that! You give birth to it yourself!"

I was in so much pain that I had no strength left. I cried and said, "Mom, it hurts so much. Please let me have a C-section."

"What woman doesn't experience pain during childbirth?" My mother-in-law pinched my arm hard. "Just tighten your teeth, put in some effort, and it'll come out quickly, like taking a dump!"

I had cried all my tears out, so I ignored her and grabbed the doctor's hand, saying, "Doctor, I'm conscious, I'll sign the papers myself..."

The doctor nodded helplessly and handed me the surgical consent form.

But my mother-in-law rushed up, snatched the paper, tore it to shreds, and blocked the bedside, shouting.  "With me here, you can forget about surgery!"

People around her came forward to persuade her, but Bree was fierce, so she cursed the hospital and the doctors, clinging tightly to the hospital bed and refusing to let go.

The doctors and nurses watched helplessly as the mother-in-law threw a tantrum.

I couldn't take it anymore. "Having a child is my own business. I'll have a C-section if I want! It's none of your business!"

My mother-in-law turned around and glared at me fiercely, her breath reeking of foul air as she lunged at me with her hand, "What right does a brat like you have to waste twenty-two thousand dollars on surgery fees?"

My mother-in-law used all her strength in that slap.

My head started buzzing instantly.

I suddenly realized something: why did my mother-in-law's attitude towards me suddenly change 180 degrees after I had my 4D ultrasound?

So, it's because she found out I was carrying a girl!