Alexander Summers froze, doubting whether he'd heard incorrectly.
Because Purple Summers' voice was just too calm, not a hint of nervousness or panic could be heard.
Alexander asked, "What's happening to you?"
Purple clenched the quilt, her brow furrowed tightly, "I said, I'm going into labor."
This time, Alexander finally heard the tension in her voice, and his heart gave a violent leap!
He didn't dare delay, immediately getting out of bed to arrange a car and notifying a familiar doctor at the hospital. He glanced at the time, 1:34 in the morning.
Alexander asked Purple, "Does it hurt a lot?"
"Not... not much." Purple shook her head, remaining in her original position, sitting on the bed without moving.
She took slow, deep breaths, trying to relax. When she looked up again, Alexander was still foolishly standing by the bed, suddenly erupting in anger.
"What are you dazing out for! Go call mom over!" Purple roared.
