Inside the makeshift maternity room, the tension was suffocating as the third baby remained unresponsive.
Mrs. Bennett had done everything she could, but the infant still wasn't breathing, its tiny body turning purple with every passing second.
"Prepare the ventilator and an endotracheal tube! I'll start chest compressions!" she ordered, her voice tight with urgency, hands trembling yet unwavering.
Hearing this, Ethan stood frozen beside Elena.
The sight of his third son struggling for life made his heart lurch violently, turning his world upside down into chaos.
He was at a loss for words, gripped by fear and disbelief.
And his usual calm was shattered as he watched helplessly—each second dragging into an unbearable eternity.
The tragedy had begun moments earlier—the Golden Tablet, acting on its own, had sensed Elena's danger and tried to isolate her from everyone.
It happened at the worst possible moment, just as the baby was supposed to be taken out.
