"Ahh!" Sharp cries continuously echoed back and forth in the room, where Monica lay drenched in sweat on the chair, her delicate features twisted together in agony.
"Push, Mrs. Monica, push, you're doing very well, I can already see the baby's head," the midwife kept saying. Her tone was very gentle, clearly encouraging, and she was very experienced.
"Did you hear that, Monica? You can see the baby's head now, give it a bit more strength!" Adrian encouraged from her side, gripping her hand.
"It hurts... ahh!" Monica screamed, clutching his hand tighter and tighter.
"Just bear with it a little longer, it's almost over," Adrian comforted her as he slowly retracted his hand.
"Stay with me a bit longer... Ed... please..." Monica, sensing this, wore a pleading look.
"Sorry, baby, Sophie is giving birth over there, too, she needs me," Adrian said with a wry smile, "Don't worry, I'm nearby, I'll be right back."
