Chapter 811

In a rather delicate small manor and a room with curtains drawn, a maid looked anxiously at the pale woman on the bed and said, "madam, please have something to eat. The midwife said that you may have a baby these two days, but you haven't eaten for so many days. That's not good."

Miranda was lying on her side with a high abdomen. It seemed that she would give birth at any time, but her swollen face was extremely pale. She opened her eyes weakly and looked at the porridge in the maid's hand. Her throat moved and her stomach began to swell. She retched twice. She closed her eyes again and shook her head slightly: "I can't eat it. Take it."

She didn't know that even for the sake of children, she had to eat something, but she really couldn't.

No matter what, as soon as the mouth began to vomit, vomit to the stomach nothing, only acid water, still can't even drink a mouthful of porridge.

Even when Angus was born, there was no such situation.

She remembered that after Angus was born, the midwife said to her that she could not have another child in her life, or she would die, with a bitter smile on her face.

She didn't tell jergi that she just wanted to have a daughter for him, even if she wanted to change it with her life.

"But..." the woman still wanted to talk.

At this moment, Miranda's stomach suddenly moved, and Miranda's face suddenly showed a painful expression. Her body arched like a shrimp, but one hand tightly grasped the edge of the bed to prevent her from moving too much. Her pale face was covered with cold sweat, and she cried in a painful whisper.

"Madame!" The maid quickly put the bowl aside and came forward in a hurry. Looking at Miranda, who was curled up, she was helpless and screamed, "come on! Madame is going to have a baby

After a while, the door of the room was pushed in from the outside. Two elderly women, wrapped in headscarves, walked quickly into the door. One of them walked quickly to the bedside, holding Miranda's hand in one hand and gently comforting her stomach in the other.

Miranda's belly gradually disappeared, and the color of pain on Miranda's face also weakened a lot, but after this wave of tossing, her face became paler, and she was weak in bed, even breathing became weak.

The two midwives looked at Miranda on the bed and looked at each other again. They both sighed and got up to go out again.

There are many people waiting for the meeting outside the door. Pabol holds Palmer's hand tightly. Angus is coaxed by a maid in his arms. The servants in the house stand quietly not far away, praying for the kind hostess.

Gergi's father, old Williams, looked a little heavy. Some important members of the Williams family were also present. Seeing the midwife coming out, he asked with concern, "has the baby been born?"

"Master, it's not born yet, it's contractions, but it also means that the child is about to be born, just..." the midwife wants to say nothing.

"Just what?" Asked old Williams.

The midwife hesitated for a while and said, "my wife's stomach is much bigger than ordinary people. I'm afraid this child is bigger than ordinary children. But my wife is extremely weak now. This is the fourth time of childbirth. I'm afraid it's difficult for her to support her to give birth to the child..."

Everyone in the yard changed their faces when they heard the words. They all knew that the condition of milandasheng was not very good. The last time Angus was born, he almost walked through the gate of hell, but he didn't expect that the situation was even worse this time.

"What do you mean by that?" Old Williams's face also changed, and his voice could not help but improve a bit.

Another midwife said with a heavy face: "master, I can only tell you directly about the current situation. It's impossible for my wife to give birth to the child, but now the child is coming out. You must make a choice before the next contractions. Do you want to protect the adult or the child?"

All the eyes in the yard fell on old Williams. No matter who he fell on, such a choice was a cruel thing, and his face was a little unbearable.

"Mother!" Palmer's eyes turned red.

"Brother, is mother going to give us a little sister?" Asked pabol, looking up at Palmer, his little face full of anticipation.

Palmer looked down at pabol, rolled his throat, nodded his head and said, "yes, mother is going to give us... A little sister..."

"Great, I like my little sister!" Pabol's face showed a happy smile, but the smile on his face gradually disappeared. Looking at Palmer, he asked, "but... Brother, why are you crying?"

Old Williams faltered for a moment, reached for the tree beside him and stood firm. He looked at the direction of the room. His face was full of pain and tangle. He looked left and right and said angrily, "where's Jill? Where has he been? "

"Young master... Young master said he went out, but didn't say where to go..." the housekeeper answered.

The midwife was a little worried and said, "master, I have to make a decision now. If it's delayed any longer, I'm afraid madam..."

"This... This... If I make a decision, jergi will have to hate me all his life..." old Williams hit the tree beside him with a fist and sighed heavily.

There were already young maids sobbing in the yard. Miranda was such a kind person that she treated them like her relatives.

Sadness spread in the yard, and even Angus seemed to be infected and burst into tears.

Old Williams was dejected, but he was indecisive.

And no one in the yard dares to say anything, only to stand aside and sigh silently.

Two midwives are anxious to jump to one side. They have been midwives for decades, but what can they do? In this case, adults and children can only keep one. As close relatives, they have to make a choice. Once time is delayed, they can not keep both.

"Protect... Protect the children! Father... Please keep the baby... I can feel that this is a daughter. Geerjee always wants a daughter... "

Just as there was silence in the courtyard, Miranda's weak and determined voice came from the room, and there was a little comfort in the intermittent voice.

The women in the yard could no longer control themselves and burst into tears. Even the men could not help but turn away and wipe their tears.

"Mother! Don't leave us, mother! Mother... "Palmer released pabol's hand, ran towards the direction of the room, fell in front of the door, some screamed.

"Ah..." old Williams sighed heavily. His fist broke the rough bark. He looked up at the midwife and squeezed out a few words from his throat: "baby..."

"Even if we want to protect it, we can only protect adults!"

A voice thundered out of the door, and jergi, sweating heavily, rushed in, holding a large earthenware pot tightly in his hand, strode toward the room and said, "Palmer, open the door!"

"Father Palmer, with a surprise on his face, stood up and pushed the door open.

Jergi came into the door with the clay pot in his arms and looked at Miranda, who was almost unconscious on the bed. He said with deep feeling: "Miranda, I'm back!"