“I don’t know how other people get through it, but I really can’t take it anymore. Josh, kill me now! I can’t stand it.

“God, if I did anything wrong, please punish me with death. Don’t torture me like this," Annabeth Cates pleaded.

At this moment, she could finally understand what it felt like to go through living hell.

She was going mad. She needed release.

It was agonizingly slow as she tried her best to deliver her baby, feeling like she might die on this bed.

“Josh? If I die, please take good care of our child,” she cried as she told Josh Batton.

“I can sense I really might not make it. Promise me you’ll live a good life with our child after I’m gone,” she stuttered with tears falling down her face.

She could feel death approaching her right then and was genuinely afraid that she might leave him soon.

She felt so happy being with Josh all this while, so much so that she was reluctant to leave him.

However, he hastily brushed his tears away to cast a stern gaze at her. “D