บททั้งหมดของ HE LEFT ME FOR MY STEPSISTER, I MOVED ON TO THE NEXT: บทที่ 201 - บทที่ 210

Chapter 202Some women flinched in shock. Some pressed their hands to their chests. Others exchanged looks of disbelief.I felt their eyes travel over me—my bruised arms, my swollen cheek, my bandaged ribs, the exhaustion carved into every line of my body. They didn’t understand how I could even think of doing something like that in this condition.Truthfully, neither did I.But fear would not save us.And time was running out.One of the women, Lydia leaned closer. Her brows were pulled tight, her lips trembling. “Elena… child… do you know what you’re saying?”“Yes,” I said firmly. “If I can get the phone, I can call the police. I’ll give them the coordinates, the road landmarks, everything. So when we escape next time… we won’t be running blind. The police will already be waiting.”Hope flickered again—this time brighter.Anna’s mouth parted in awe. “So even if we fail mid-way… we won’t be alone. Someone will know where we are.”“Yes.”Lydia’s hands flew to her lips. “Elena… oh my G

Chapter 204Her forehead was drenched, and I wiped it with the torn sleeve of my shirt, but the dampness returned instantly, trickling down her temples and soaking her hair.“Come on… come on…” I whispered under my breath, fighting panic. If she loses any more strength, if she collapses now—I forced the thought away before it could drown me.Marianne suddenly grabbed my arm, her fingers trembling and cold. “Elena,” she whimpered, her voice thin as paper. “I can’t… I can’t do it anymore.”There was no anger in her tone. Just… defeat and that defeat was hollow and terrifying.I cupped her cheek and forced her to look at me. “No...... Look at me....... You need to look at me...... Marianne. You are not giving up. Not now. Not when your baby is almost here. Do you hear me?”Her lips quivered, her eyes glassy and nearly rolled back. The other women hovered in a tight circle behind me—silent now, terrified. Some were praying beneath their breaths. Others cried quietly into their palms. The

Chapter 206Her head jerked up, her eyes wide and pleading. “Elena—please—no—no—my baby—please—”“Marianne.” I took her face in my hands, forcing our eyes to lock. “Listen to me. I am not letting anything happen to you or your baby. Do you hear me? I’m going to get them out. But you need to trust me completely.”She sobbed, nodding desperately, gripping my shirt like a drowning woman clinging to driftwood.Inside, I was terrified. I had never delivered a breech baby alone. Not without tools. Not without sterilization. Not in a hellhole where death hovered in every corner.But fear had no place here. Not now.I pushed it down, buried it, smothered it.I needed to be steel.“Everyone,” I said, my voice suddenly steady, louder than I intended, “give us space. No crying. No screaming. She needs calm around her.”The women backed off immediately, clutching each other’s hands, whispering frantic prayers through trembling lips.I repositioned myself carefully between Marianne’s legs, inhalin

Chapter 208How do I tell her she pushed her body past its limit…How do I tell her she endured all that pain…How do I tell her she brought her baby girl into the world……only for the world not to welcome her?My hands clenched helplessly around the baby’s tiny, lifeless fingers.“No…” I whispered again, voice cracking. “You don’t get to leave. Not like this. Not after everything…”The women cried openly now, the grief settling in the air like smoke.“Elena… you tried,” Sophie sobbed. “You did your best—”“No,” I said sharply, my voice raw. “No, I haven’t tried everything.”Because suddenly—Something clicked in my mind.A memory.A lesson.Mr Noah’s voice from long ago:“If a baby comes out not breathing, there’s one more thing you can do, but it must be done carefully.”“He said… he said…” I mumbled, scrambling mentally.My hands moved before I could think.I tilted the baby downward at an angle.Supported her neck.Suctioned her mouth again.Then performed small, controlle

Chapter 210Silence.Thick, heavy, emotional silence.Marianne stared at me.Her vision blurred with tears that spilled so fast she didn’t bother wiping them. She tried to speak but her voice broke apart before any word formed.Then—with her baby still in her arms—she reached out with her free hand and grabbed my wrist.“Elena…” she whispered hoarsely. “I… I owe you… everything.”She tried to get up, but her body was too weak. So instead—She fell forward, crying into my lap.I froze, shocked.“Marianne—no, please,” I said quickly, trying to pull her up. “Don’t kneel. Don’t bow. Please—don’t.”But she clung to my waist, refusing to let go, her tears soaking into my already stained clothes.“You saved my life,” she cried. “You saved her life. How do I ever repay that? How do I ever thank you?”I cupped her face gently, lifting her chin so she would look at me.“This isn’t a debt,” I whispered firmly. “Marianne, I am a doctor. A human. You were dying. Your baby was dying. I did what an