Kapitel 880: 262: Directly Abusing Trash!_2

Her face was a haunting shade of white, devoid of the faintest hint of color even on her lips.

Dr. Janell stooped down and looked at Cheryl Forrest, "Madam Tuchman, I am..."

His sentence was arrested mid-air by Cheryl, "I want to see Miss Thompson."

All she wished was to see Viola Thompson.

Women have a strange, and yet incredibly keen sixth sense.

She had an inkling...

That there was something suspicious about these difficult labor pains.

She was scared.

But when she thought about Viola, her fear subsided.

Dr. Janell calmly said, "Madam Tuchman, I understand your current predicament. And, Miss Thompson has already informed me about your situation. She is already on her way here, but she had asked me to first check on you, after all, it will take more than two hours for her to fly here from Capital City. Your condition is critical, and who knows what can happen during these two hours. "