In a rather exquisite small manor, in a room with curtains drawn, a maid looked at the pale woman on the bed anxiously and said: "Madam, please have something to eat. The midwife said that you may be pregnant in the next two days." She will give birth, but you haven’t eaten for so many days, and that’s not okay.”
Miranda was lying on her side on the bed, her abdomen bulging high, as if she was about to give birth at any time, but her somewhat swollen face was extremely pale. She weakly opened her eyes and glanced at the white porridge in the maid's hand, and her throat moved. His stomach was already churning. He retched twice, closed his eyes again, and shook his head slightly: "I can't eat it, just take it."
Didn't she know that she had to eat something even for the sake of her children, but she really couldn't do it.
No matter what I eat, I will start vomiting as soon as I put it in my stomach. There is nothing in my stomach, only sour water, and I still can't even drink a mouthful of white porridge.
Even when Angus was born, nothing like this happened.
She recalled what the midwife had meaningfully said to her after she gave birth to Angus, saying that she could not have any more children in her life, otherwise she would die, and a wry smile appeared on her face.
She didn't tell Geerji this, she just wanted to give birth to a daughter for him, even if it cost her life.
"But..." The woman still wanted to speak.
At this moment, Miranda's stomach suddenly moved, and Miranda's face suddenly showed a painful expression. Her body arched up like a shrimp, but one hand tightly grasped the edge of the bed to prevent her from moving. The amplitude was too great, and his pale face was instantly covered with cold sweat, and he screamed softly in pain.
"Madam!" The maid quickly put the porridge bowl aside and came forward in a hurry. However, looking at Miranda's curled up body, she was helpless and screamed: "Come quickly! Madam is going to give birth." Got it!"
After a while, the door to the room was pushed in from the outside, and two elderly women wrapped in headscarves walked in quickly. One of them walked quickly to the bed, grabbed Miranda's hand with one hand, and the other One hand gently soothed her belly.
Miranda's belly gradually stopped moving, and the pain on Miranda's face also weakened a lot. However, after this wave of torture, her face became paler, and she lay weakly on the bed, and even her breathing became a little weak.
The two midwives looked at Miranda on the bed, looked at each other again, sighed softly, got up and went out again.
There were many people waiting outside the door. Pabol was holding Palmer's hand tightly. Angus was being held in the arms of a maid and coaxed. The servants at home were standing quietly not far away. Standing, silently praying for the kind-hearted hostess.
Old Williams, Gyorgi's father, looked a little heavy. Some important members of the Williams clan were also present. When he saw the midwife coming out, he quickly asked with some concern: "Has the baby been born?"
"Master, I haven't given birth yet, it's a contraction, but it also means that the baby is about to be born, but..." the midwife hesitated to speak.
"Just what?" Williams Sr. asked.
The midwife hesitated for a while and said: "Madam's belly is much larger than that of ordinary people. This child is probably bigger than ordinary children. However, Madam's body is extremely weak now. This is the fourth time she has given birth. I'm afraid it will be difficult to support her." Give birth to the child..."
Everyone in the yard changed their expressions when they heard this. Everyone knew that Miranda's condition for giving birth to this child was not very good. The last time she gave birth to Angus, she almost walked away from death, but they did not expect the situation this time. It's even worse.
"What do you mean by that?" Old Williams' expression also changed, and his voice couldn't help but rise a bit.
The other midwife said solemnly: "Master, I can only tell you directly about the current situation. It is impossible for my wife to give birth to the child in her current situation, but now the child is about to come out, you must do it in the next time." Make a choice before contractions, save the adult or the child?"
All eyes in the yard fell on Old Williams. No matter who it was, such a choice would be a cruel thing, and the expressions on their faces were a little unbearable.
"Mother!" Palmer's eyes suddenly turned red.
"Brother, is mother going to give us a little sister?" Pabol asked, looking up at Palmer, his little face full of anticipation.
Palmer looked down at Pabol, his throat rolled, but he nodded vigorously and said: "Yes, mother wants to give us... a little sister..."
"Great, I like my little sister!" A cheerful smile appeared on Pabol's face, but the smile gradually disappeared. He looked at Palmer and asked with some confusion: "But...brother, Why are you crying?"
Old Williams staggered, stretched out his hand to support the tree beside him before standing still, glanced at the direction of the room, his face was full of pain and confusion, looked around, and said angrily: "Where is Geerji? Where has he gone?"
"Master... the master said he was going out for a trip, but he didn't say where he was going..." the housekeeper responded.
The midwife said anxiously: "Master, we must make a decision now. If it continues to be delayed, Madam may..."
"This... this... if I make a decision, Georgi will hate me forever..." Old Williams punched the big tree next to him and sighed heavily.
There were already young maids sobbing softly in the yard. Miranda was such a kind person and treated them like her own relatives.
Sadness spread throughout the yard, and even Angus seemed to be infected and burst into tears.
Old Williams was dejected, but he was still undecided.
And no one in the yard dared to say anything, they could only stand aside and sigh silently.
The two midwives jumped to the side anxiously. They have been midwives for decades. It is not that they have never seen such a situation, but what can they do? In this situation, an adult or a child can only save one. As a close relative, they must Once you make a choice, once time is delayed, you may end up losing both options.
"Save...save the child! Father...please keep the child...I can feel that this is a daughter. Georgi has always wanted a daughter..."
Just when there was silence in the courtyard, Miranda's weak but determined voice came from the room, but there was a hint of relief in the intermittent voice.
The women in the yard couldn't control themselves anymore and burst into tears. Even the men couldn't help turning away and wiping their tears.
"Mother! Don't leave us, mother! Mother..." Palmer let go of Pabol's hand, ran toward the room, threw himself in front of the door, and screamed at the top of his lungs.
"Alas..." Old Williams sighed heavily, smashed the rough bark with his clenched fists, looked up at the midwife, and squeezed out a few words from his throat with great difficulty: " Keep the baby..."
"Even if I want to protect you, I can only protect you!"
A voice sounded like thunder from outside the door, and the fat body of Geergyi, who was sweating profusely, rushed in from the door, holding a large clay pot tightly in his hand and striding towards the room, saying at the same time: "Palmer, open the door!"
"Father!" Palmer had a look of surprise on his face, stood up holding the door, and pushed the door open with all his strength.
Georgi entered the door holding the clay pot. Looking at Miranda who was almost unconscious on the bed, he said distressedly and affectionately: "Miranda, I'm back!"
