Emma
I was a bit unsure about nurse Pauline’s advice to demand my full payment before delivery. It sounded bold… maybe too bold.
But when Dr. Sanders returned to the labour room and said my complete money had already been paid into her account, the same one she used for the last instalment, I froze.
“Already?” I whispered.
“Yes,” she said with a small smile. “Everything has been settled.”
For a moment, relief washed through me.
God… maybe the twins’ parents were truly good people.
Maybe…just maybe…Alex would finally get the life I always dreamed for him.
I didn’t even get the chance to enjoy the thought before another contraction tore through me so sharply that I grabbed the railing of the labour chair and groaned.
“You’re doing so well, SM-47. Your labour is progressing rapidly,
