The Bigshot Married Himself to the Heiress

Chapter 978 - 942: Delivery (1)-2

"Mr. Desmond, you are truly a great husband, always accompanying your wife," Dr. Mitchell said.

Adrian Desmond frowned deeply but said nothing.

Prenatal anxiety disorder - although Adrian Desmond was not pregnant, he recently suffered from this prenatal anxiety disorder. Sienna Johnson couldn’t sleep well, and whenever Adrian closed his eyes, he had nightmares about all kinds of situations when Sienna would give birth.

Though Sienna Johnson appeared calm and composed on the surface, Adrian knew she was also nervous; he didn’t dare to tell her about the frightening and ominous dreams he had.

"My husband is the best husband in the world!" Sienna Johnson openly praised.

"Mrs. Desmond obviously is a blessed person," Dr. Mitchell said.

"Indeed." At least, it’s a time of bitter and sweet.

Dr. Mitchell used a stethoscope to check the fetal heartbeat of Sienna Johnson. After listening, Dr. Mitchell said, "Little one, the heartbeat indicates a healthy baby."

"..."

"Come, let me measure your abdominal circumference."

Sienna Johnson lay on the bed, allowing Dr. Mitchell to examine her. Because it was a routine check-up, it was completed quickly.

"Dr. Mitchell, how are the test results?"

"Everything’s fine. But you don’t look so good. Do you constantly feel out of breath?"

"Yes."

"It’s typical in late-stage pregnancy because the baby is too big. Don’t worry too much, don’t be anxious. I’ll write you a prescription, go inhale oxygen for an hour."

"Thank you."

Adrian Desmond helped Sienna Johnson up, helping her with her shoes—her feet were swollen, making it difficult to wear shoes, so Adrian just held her and took her directly to the oxygen therapy room.

Approaching midday, the oxygen therapy room was empty. Sienna Johnson lay on the lounge chair with her eyes closed, breathing in oxygen, while Adrian massaged her swollen legs.

"Should we get an oxygen tank, so you can breathe it daily when we go home?"

Sienna Johnson opened her eyes and replied, "The doctor said oxygen isn’t better the more you inhale. Let’s follow medical advice."

"Mm."

Adrian’s palms were hot, and his moderate strength turned her legs warm with his massage.

The oxygen therapy room was quiet. Sienna Johnson lay there and soon fell asleep, Adrian took off his jacket to cover her and stayed with her.

Suddenly, there was a loud thud, awakening Sienna Johnson.

Adrian held her tightly, pulling her into his arms, "Don’t be afraid, I’m here. It’s okay, it’s okay."

"What happened?" Sienna Johnson’s heart pounded.

There was noise in the hallway, and gunshots. Sienna Johnson was instantly confused, thinking she wasn’t in Sileria City but a dangerous Himakati.

The door to the oxygen therapy room was locked from outside, bang bang... several gunshots followed by screams of frightened people, and it sounded chaotic outside.

"No one move! Whoever moves, I’ll shoot them dead!"

Bang! A gun fired, and Sienna Johnson didn’t know if anyone was hit.

"Ah..."

Sienna Johnson tightly grasped Adrian’s hand, sweating in her palms, wondering what was happening.

This isn’t a bank; if robbers came, what were they after?

"Don’t be afraid, I’m here. No one can hurt you."

Night Owl is dead; Sienna Johnson hardly kept any bodyguards around anymore, never expecting something like this.

"Could they be seeking revenge against you?" Sienna Johnson asked.

Adrian was indifferent, "Who knows."

"Besides Night Owl, how many enemies do you have?"

"I don’t know."

"What should we do now?"

"Didn’t you finish inhaling oxygen? Continue," Adrian calmly replied.

Sienna Johnson’s belly ached slightly; she lay back, continuing with her oxygen therapy while the chaos outside persisted, and her heart kept pounding, unable to calm down.

"Call the police! Quick, I’m telling you to call the police!" the kidnapper said.

"..."

"Did you hear me?"

"Right, right..." The young nurse said fearfully.

The phone connected, and since it was on speaker, Sienna Johnson also heard the conversation.

"...My name is Horace Marshall, and my son is Bobby Marshall. I am now at Matilda Hospital with fifteen hostages, including two pregnant women...

I don’t want money!

You da~mn~ well, listen to me, I don’t want money!

My son Bobby Marshall is at People’s Court, and he needs a heart transplant. You must have the doctors at People’s Court give my son a healthy heart, or I’ll detonate a bomb and perish together with these fifteen hostages."

"..."

"...This place is full of wealthy folks! If any of them die, you won’t be able to escape responsibility! Haha... One hour! One hour, if I hear from my wife that you haven’t transplanted a heart for my son, I’ll kill someone!"

Snap! The phone hung up.

Sienna Johnson thought it was a robbery but realized the kidnapper was looking for a healthy heart for his son.

Adrian didn’t understand, "Why take hostages for a heart transplant? Did the doctors there discriminate against his son and refuse to give him a heart transplant?"

Sienna Johnson, having seen much of life’s struggles, naturally understood the complications, "Perhaps this father has no money for his son’s heart transplant, so he came up with such an extreme method."

"..."

Sienna Johnson sighed, gently stroking her belly, "Oh, the love of parents is always empathetic!"

"Should I handle him?" Adrian asked.

Adrian noticed it was just one kidnapper, though he wore a bomb and held a modified gun; if he acted, the kidnapper would be no match for him.