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Chapter 236: Mia Moore Is Going Into Labor

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The Third Brother's face was filled with guilt. He'd thought they were about to leave Country Y, so nothing else would happen. Who could've guessed someone would dare to go so far?
Xavier Foster’s leg couldn’t move. He was carefully helped to sit by the flowerbeds. Pain and anger sharpened his features, making him look even colder. He pulled the terrified Cecilia down to sit beside him.
"It's okay, baby. Did you bump into anything? Does it hurt?"
Cecilia shook her head. "I'm fine. But you—does it hurt a lot? What do we do? Why isn't the ambulance here yet?"
Her eyes, bright as glass, brimmed with tears, but she still tried to hold them back so he wouldn't worry.
She always thought she was strong, that she could handle anything. But with Xavier Foster hurt, she trembled uncontrollably.
All she could picture was that time he was shot.
Relieved to hear she wasn't hurt, Xavier Foster said softly, "Shh, don’t panic, it’s okay. Everything’s fine."
Ignoring the crowd, Xavier Foster leaned over and pressed a gentle kiss to her lips, soothing the frightened girl with his warm voice.
"It’s just my leg, a bit banged up. I’m fine, really. Are you sure you didn’t get hurt?"
Cecilia nodded vigorously, but then her tears spilled over. She swiped them away herself.
Xavier Foster checked her over—her forearm was grazed, fine skin torn and fresh blood beading up, but thankfully nothing else was hurt.
He said nothing more—the ambulance finally arrived. Xavier Foster was lifted onto the vehicle, and Cecilia got in too.
Just then, the police showed up. Third Brother handed the culprit over to them and told the hotel manager to handle the aftermath, then rushed to follow the ambulance by car.
On the stretcher, the first thing Xavier Foster said was to have someone disinfect and bandage Cecilia’s arm first.
At the hospital, the x-rays confirmed it—a bone in his knee was fractured. The doctor tended to his injuries and warned him not to get out of bed.
Finished, Xavier Foster broke out in a cold sweat. He called Chen Heze and Charles Chase—they’d underestimated how ruthless these people were.
Following his orders, Heze immediately delivered all the evidence they’d gathered—the tax evasion and criminal activity of those companies—to the authorities. They hadn’t meant to submit it yet, but now it couldn't wait. Better to send those people in first!
Charles Chase promptly arranged for people to stay and guard the hospital.
When all was settled, Xavier Foster looked at the girl sitting beside him and smiled.
"Baby, it's all over. Don't worry. Does your arm still hurt?"
Instead of answering, Cecilia leaned over and hugged him tight. "I don't want you to get hurt. I never want you to get hurt. Not ever."
Xavier Foster's heart melted. "You won’t have to. I promise, I’ll never let you worry again. Okay?"
She nodded, and her warm tears soaked through his thin shirt, making his chest ache and tingle. He cupped her face and kissed away her tears.
"Don’t cry, baby. Seeing you cry hurts me more than anything."
Cecilia sniffled, her voice soft with grievance: "I don’t want to cry either, but I can’t stop."
Her words eased the tense air a little. Xavier Foster’s lips quirked up. "All right, all right. How about one more minute of tears, and then we stop crying? Deal?"
He pulled her head gently to his chest, sheltering his crying wife in his arms.
Her muffled bargaining came from his chest: "No, I want five more minutes."
"Okay, five minutes it is."
His wife was the cutest in the world. Whatever she said, she was always right.
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Meanwhile, Charles Chase finished his arrangements and returned to his room.
It was already 1 a.m. in the capital. Now that he knew they were safe for the moment, he finally relaxed.
The bedding on the bed was tented up—a little ball nestled underneath. Mia Moore slept soundly, her long lashes lowered like a little angel. It was rare for her to get such peaceful sleep.
Charles Chase climbed into bed as quietly as possible, gathering her into his arms.
His hand gently passed over her round belly. While the mother slumbered, the little one inside was still energetically kicking.
"Be good, don't wake up your mom now."
The night was quiet and still. He soothed the little one for a while before finally closing his eyes and drifting off.
Pain.
So much pain.
It began as a dull ache, then became a sudden, tightening cramp.
Mia Moore woke in a fog. Her hand on her belly couldn’t help but press a little harder.
It hurt so much.
She endured the sharp wave, caught her breath as it passed, and wiped the cold sweat from her brow.
She stroked her belly, thinking it was just more false contractions, like she’d had during the day. It was her first pregnancy, after all.
She glanced at the man holding her. Over these months, Charles Chase had watched over her day and night, barely resting. If it wasn’t helping her to the bathroom, it was massaging her legs for cramps.
She held her belly, not wanting to wake him yet. Maybe it would stop.
Her heart beat faster with nerves. It would be a lie to say she wasn’t anxious—no one could know how painful the real thing would be.
She waited for a while and was about to drift off again when suddenly, her once-soft belly clenched with pain. This time she couldn't hold back. She cried out, gripping Charles Chase's hand tightly.
"Ugh… Hu-husband…"
Charles Chase woke instantly, eyes snapping open. "Baby?"
He reached for the bedside lamp. As the light came on, Mia Moore instinctively squeezed her eyes shut.
The pain didn’t last long, but she bit her lip, fighting through it.
They’d attended endless prenatal classes lately. Charles Chase recognized the signs and quickly soothed her: "Honey, breathe. Don’t hold your breath, breathe with me."
Even so, his hand shaking as he held hers.
He placed his hand on Mia Moore’s belly—it was hard and tight. She was really about to give birth.
Once the contraction passed, Mia Moore panted, "Ugh, it hurts so much. My belly hurts… Is the baby coming?"
"Yes. Don’t be afraid. I’ll call Song Ying right now." He pulled out his phone to tell Song Ying that Mia Moore was in labor and they needed to go to the hospital this instant.
Mia Moore clutched his hand and wouldn't let go, panic flashing in her beautiful eyes.
"Husband… I’m scared."
She always acted so carefree, never afraid of anything. But seeing her like this made Charles Chase’s heart ache.
He kissed her cheek and, in that moment, steadied himself. He had to be strong so his little wife wouldn’t be afraid.
"Don’t worry, honey. Let’s get you changed. We’ll go to the hospital, and Song Ying has everything arranged for us."
With great care, he helped her sit up. Four a.m.—he checked the time. "I’ll go downstairs and wake up Mom."
Mia Moore knelt in the middle of the bed, arms around her belly, and nodded.
Normally, she’d never let Charles Chase bother Sarah Chase at this hour. But now, she was just too scared.
Mia Moore’s own mother was gone. After marrying Charles Chase, Sarah Chase had treated her like a daughter. With her around, everything would feel less frightening.
Charles Chase quickly ran downstairs to wake Sarah Chase.
Bundled in her robe, Sarah Chase rushed to the door. “What happened? What’s wrong?”
"Yao Yao’s having contractions. I think it’s time. Mom, please have the driver get the car, and bring all the things we packed."
It took Sarah Chase a second to understand. "Ah—okay, right! Get upstairs and help her, I’ll be there right away!"
"Okay," said Charles Chase, turning to run back upstairs.
"Aiyo, hurry up, hurry!"
Sarah Chase tugged her clothes on and shouted for the driver to start the car.
The whole Chen family home lit up at once.