Yale's arms around Molly were shaking as he couldn't fight back his tears.

Blood. There was a lot of blood!

What could he do to save her?

Frantic devoured the man. Like a helpless kid, he begged, "Ms. Fordham, you're the miraculous doctor. Please save Molly.

"Please, I'm begging you. Please save her."

"Mr. Yale, I think the baby is already gone.

"We have to get to the hospital as soon as possible so that they can perform D&C and blood transfusion for her. Do you know her blood type?"

"I do."

"It's fine as long as it's not a rare blood type. Calm down. Contact the hospital.

"Tell them to make the necessary preparations. We do whatever we can now, and we'll save her."

A miscarriage usually wouldn't cost a person's life, but Molly was an exception because of her poor body condition. Not even Olivia could guarantee anything.

"Okay. I'll do as you say." Yale was shaking so much that his phone slipped through his bloodstained fingers.

Ethan, in the passenger seat, wore a sole