In the past, Imogen had been consumed by the sorrow of her blindness. Outwardly, she maintained a pretense of indifference, but inwardly, her spirits remained perpetually low. However, considering Stephan's perspective—witnessing her collapse and screams of agony—was his trauma any less significant than hers? Now, she used that incident to attack him, threatening suicide to force a choice. How was that different from stabbing him in the heart?

Imogen covered her mouth as immense sorrow and regret overwhelmed her. Tears streamed down her face, silently. Stanley noticed and offered her tissues. Imogen accepted them, but her expression twisted in pain. She doubled over, clutching her swollen belly, crying, “My stomach… it hurts!”

Stanley supported her as Felicia checked Imogen's pulse and muttered a curse. “Her water broke. She's going into labor!” Amniotic fluid seeped from beneath Imogen's skirt.

"What?" Stanley stammered, "But there are still two months to go! How… how can this be happening?"

"She's too emotional and stressed. Premature labor is the best-case scenario." Felicia regained her composure, instructing Stanley, "We need to get to the nearest hospital immediately!"

Even the nearest hospital was hours away in the rainforest region. Fortunately, as the Russell family's eldest daughter, Imogen's travel arrangements were meticulously planned. Equipment and supplies for labor and delivery were readily available. A helicopter could land nearby if necessary. Imogen's health and the baby's fetal monitoring indicated a relatively stable, though precarious, situation.

Felicia placed a comforting hand on Imogen's shoulder. "Don't be afraid. Lie down and stay still. We're going to the hospital; everything will be fine." In that moment, Felicia forgot any past tension.

Imogen nodded tearfully. Everything proceeded smoothly. Three hours later, a helicopter reached the nearest hospital. The Russell family had summoned the best obstetricians and prepared state-of-the-art equipment with a simple phone call. Imogen, drenched in sweat and racked with pain, was swiftly transferred to the delivery room.

Stanley, more nervous than anyone, seemed dazed when Felicia called to him. "Huh? Ma'am, did you call me?"

Felicia, intending to send him for food and drinks, was surprised. "Never mind. Stay and keep watch. I'll go out and get food myself."

Felicia left the hospital. As darkness fell, she purchased chocolate bars, water, and takeout meals. While crossing a dimly lit, nearly empty parking lot, she suddenly stopped. The bags slipped from her hands, scattering the food. The aroma of the spilled food wafted up to her as she…