Revenge of the Hideous Lady (Xyla Quest) novel Chapter 1997

Stanley Batton instantly stood up and walked nearer to the emergency unit.

Soon, the Director walked out, seemingly exhausted.

Seeing Stanley, he removed his face mask and let out a long sigh.

Stanley felt as if his heart was about to leap out of his chest then. His hands started to tremble as he looked at the Director with a frown.

“How did it go?”

As eager as he was to find out, he was also afraid.

Mainly, he wanted to know if his wife was still alive, but he also dreaded hearing that something terrible had happened to her.

The Director released another long sigh. “The babies have both been delivered, but they aren’t in good condition due to the extremely premature birth. They will need monitoring in a neonatal intensive care unit. As for whether they will survive, that is up to fate.

“For now, Xyla seems fine,” he added.

Relief rushed through Stanley as soon as he heard this.

“Are you sure she’s fine?” he asked.

The Director nodded. “The babies are in critical condition right now, though. We’ll have to wait and observe since they are far too small.”

“Oh, right. You’ve got a baby boy and a baby girl. The baby boy weighs only 1.32 pounds while the baby girl weighs 1.31 pounds,” he added.

“Thank you.” Stanley let out a sigh of relief.

“You’re welcome. You won’t be able to see Xyla or your babies right away, though. We’ll have to continue monitoring Xyla’s situation for now. And as for the babies, they will be transported to the neonatal intensive care unit through another path. You'll be able to see them once everything is sorted out,” the Director informed him.

He immediately nodded. “Okay.”

When Stanley saw her, his heart ached once again.

Jumping to his feet, he escorted Xyla to her VIP ward with the rest of the medical staff.

Upon entering her ward, Stanley transferred her onto a soft bed with the help of other nurses, watching as they neatly arranged her IV drip and had her hooked up to various monitoring devices.

Once done, the nurses informed Stanley of a few things he needed to pay attention to before leaving.

He sat silently by her side, waiting for her to regain consciousness.

Approximately ten minutes later, the door opened.

A nurse was panting by the door as she looked at him. “Mr. Batton-”