The Ugly Wife’s Stunning Comeback novel Chapter 1219

"It's beautiful," Felicia whispered.

"You will look even more beautiful when you wear it," Max replied smoothly.

Felicia handed the tablet back to him with a slight smirk. "You're certainly getting better at sweet talking these days."

Max smiled tenderly. "Don't you love hearing it?"

Felicia raised an eyebrow. "No, I don't."

Max let out a low chuckle. "Then I'll just have to say it every day, until you finally admit you love hearing it."

Two nights later, right at nine o'clock, Felicia's labor began earlier than expected. By the time she had dilated to three centimeters, the excruciating pain drained the color from her face and left her legs trembling uncontrollably. She gripped the man's arm with a deathly tight hold. "Max!"

Max engulfed her hand in his firm, warm grasp while the doctor quickly evaluated her condition and administered an epidural. Lying heavily on the bed, Felicia's forehead was slick with cold sweat.

Max leaned in and comforted her softly. "It will be over soon."

Felicia murmured weakly, utterly drained of energy. "Max, let's not have any more kids after this."

Max immediately followed her lead, coaxing her gently. "Alright, no more kids after this. Whatever you say."

It wasn't until four in the morning that she was fully dilated and finally rushed into the delivery room. Darin, Ava, and the others had already rushed over to the hospital. Max had only managed to call Darin half an hour prior. Max was now on the phone with Tatiana.

"Yes, she has been taken into the delivery room. Wait until Anne wakes up before you bring her over, Mom," Max instructed.

Watching him hang up, Darin stepped forward anxiously. "How is Felicia doing?"

"Everything should be fine. We just have to wait," Max replied evenly.

Waiting was the only thing they could do. Over the past two days, having witnessed Max's impeccable care for Felicia and seeing the world class medical team at their disposal, Ava couldn't help but feel a deep sense of relief. Yet, remembering the harrowing circumstances of Anne's birth, she still found herself fraught with worry.

Savannah hooked her arm through Ava's, comforting her softly. "Don't worry, Ava. Felicia will be absolutely fine."

Ava nodded, though her anxiety lingered. The group paced anxiously outside the delivery ward.

An hour later, the doors finally pushed open. Max strode forward immediately as the nurse emerged, cradling a newborn infant in her arms.

"It's a healthy baby boy, weighing seven pounds and eight ounces," the nurse announced happily.

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