024 | Chapter Twenty-Four - Pain Comes from Profound Love

—Someone, please save my wife!

A dull thud echoed from the microphone.

The group of cadres who had been shouting almost simultaneously turned around, looking at Paul and Diaz in astonishment, and then the next second—

"Notify Saien! Carry the boss—retreat!" There were no further explanations; they seemed to understand the "priority" in that instant, without needing to say a word.

The opposing forces were still brandishing their weapons and shouting, as if a battle was about to break out at any moment.

But the next second, a large group of men in black stormed in, carrying guns and clubs, and bearing obvious gang insignia—it was reinforcements called by Said! Upon seeing this, Paul and another officer immediately lifted the tall Diaz up and, with the cover of several colleagues, carried their boss out of the narrow negotiation space.

Amid the noisy atmosphere, Diaz let out a series of low growls, like a wild beast about to awaken.

"Sion! The lady has fainted! Find her quickly, hurry!" Amid the commotion, one could vaguely hear a subordinate shouting these words. The indistinct electronic noise seemed to be responding to something. Diaz, who had been unconscious, seemed to hear the key words, and his brows furrowed even deeper, but he couldn't open his eyes no matter what he did.

"Damn it, my woman is in danger! Open your eyes and get up!"

However, in reality, Diaz was carried into the Rolls-Royce, his body feeling as heavy as if it were made of lead, his eyelids drooping uncontrollably, and he could only manage to utter a few difficult words: "Xiaoyue... what... happened?"

Paul, shocked by the noise, quickly checked on Diaz, seemingly unsure how to begin, before finally uttering a few "uh" sounds—

"Madam just fainted on the other end of the phone... I don't know what happened," he said tremblingly.

Upon hearing this, Diaz, like a wound-up puppet, slowly rose from his chair, patting his temples and groaning softly, "Home... immediately—right now!"

At that moment, Paul's phone rang again, displaying the name Said.

"It's me. How is Madam? The eldest son has woken up." He quickly explained the situation, nodding as he spoke, his expression growing increasingly grave.

The second after hanging up the phone, he slowly turned around and looked at Diaz, his expression not pleasant.

"Boss... Madam, she..."

Diaz used all his strength to open his eyelids. Paul was only a blurry outline in front of him, but he still wanted to see everything clearly, as if that would allow him to hear what was to come more clearly.

However, it felt as if there was a thick pane of glass between my ears and the sound, making it difficult to hear anything clearly.

"...Synn said her water broke and she's been taken to the emergency room to prepare for delivery."

These words struck him like a thunderbolt, instantly clearing his vision. His brown eyes widened in shock, and he froze in mid-air, completely still.

"The twins are only seven months old...too early..." he murmured, his heart racing and adrenaline surging through his body. "Which hospital? We need to get there right now!"

"But, boss, your current condition..." Paul asked worriedly.

"—I said now! Fuck!" Before Paul could finish speaking, Diaz roared, slamming his fist into the car window with a heavy thud, causing the entire car to shake violently. "My woman and child are in danger! I have to be there!"

"Don't worry about my body, I'm not going to die anytime soon!"

The black luxury car sped through the streets, its roar echoing through the alleys like a wild beast. He gripped his suit trousers so tightly that his nails were almost digging into his flesh.

If it weren't for her shout—that angry tone threatening to jump—which acted like a lighthouse guiding him in the darkness, he doesn't know how long it would have taken him to wake up.

And who knows what kind of wicked thing that mysterious "Olima" wearing a strange mask will do to him...

on the other hand.

The door to the upstairs bedroom was kicked open, and the room was empty. Sain searched around frantically, his face ashen.

"Damn it, where is Madam?" He rubbed his forehead, pacing back and forth in the room. Just a few minutes ago, he had already gotten into his car and was about to go to Diaz's side when he received a tip that Xiaoyue had fainted!

If someone isn't in their bedroom at this time, where could they be?

When Xiaoyue called him just now, she should have been...

—At that moment, a brilliant idea flashed into his mind!

"...The study!" Sai turned and ran out of the bedroom, heading quickly towards the stairs to the study below.

At the same time, he was also very uneasy.

Since she was in the study, it meant she might have discovered the boss's secret, but that secret... clearly shouldn't have been revealed at this time!

"--lady!?"

He arrived at the study door, opened it abruptly, and saw the messy desk and the overturned leather armchair. A chill ran through him.

The dark carpet was slightly damp. He rushed forward, checked Xiaoyue's breathing and heartbeat, carefully picked her up, pressed the local phone, and shouted, "Madam has been found! It's an emergency! Get the car ready for the ER!"

Saien gritted his teeth, cold sweat trickling down his temples, and carried Xiaoyue quickly toward the private elevator, his jawline taut to its limit.

"Damn it...it's all my fault..."

"If I had said so sooner, things wouldn't have turned out this way..."

The private elevator descended rapidly, and a car was already waiting in front of the door, accompanied by two additional black cars. A large group of people followed, all to protect their boss's precious child. The entire apartment was suddenly jolted awake.

They cleared a path as quickly as possible and took Xiaoyue to the emergency room entrance, where several of their men were already waiting. Doctors and nurses were on standby at the door. Sai En carefully placed her on the hospital bed and said firmly, "I am her family doctor. You must allow me to accompany her during her treatment."

The other party didn't dare to disobey at all, since everyone knew that the East Coast Godfather's personal physician was a man named "Sion," who looked very refined but whose skills were no less than those of the top surgeons in the country.

The stark white and green hospital, silent and eerie in the dead of night, came alive with the arrival of this woman in labor, as if wound up like a spring.

"The baby is in an abnormal position, a cesarean section is recommended. There is insufficient amniotic fluid, which poses a risk of suffocation." The nurses on the side began to analyze the situation. The doctor and Saien were already dressed in surgical gowns and ready to perform the operation.

"Surgical preparation—"

"start."

About ten minutes later, the roar of an engine came from outside the emergency room. A group of men in black immediately filled the entrance. Even the police officers on duty nervously picked up their radios to call for backup, but were stopped by Diaz's men and pinned against the wall.

"What are you doing! Blocking my way, get out of my way!"

Led by several officials, Diaz went directly to the delivery room. He could barely walk properly and staggered to the third-floor delivery room, his pale face looking as if he might collapse at any moment.

"Wife...where is Xiaoyue...where is she!?" he mumbled, his body swaying as if he had drunk several glasses of strong liquor.

The subordinate standing in front of the delivery room saw Diaz and quickly went to help him. "Boss! Madam is having a C-section inside, and Sain is helping her. Please sit down and rest!"

Upon hearing the words "cesarean section," his eyes widened instantly. He shoved aside his subordinates blocking the delivery room and roared, "Tell them to open the door! I'm going in! I'm with her!"

"If anything happens to my woman... I'll haunt you even as a ghost!"

"Get out of my way! I want to go in—"

Several subordinates tried to persuade him with kind words, but in the end they couldn't stop this man who was on the verge of death. They had to use all their persuasion to get the medical staff to let him in.

After entering the delivery room, two faint cries were heard.

Diaz swayed suddenly, his brown eyes welling up with tears beneath layers of protection, and then, as if by instinct, he searched for the figure that had captured his heart.

But before that, a thick, pungent smell of blood assaulted his nostrils—a smell and sight he knew all too well, one he never imagined would happen to his woman.

Lying on the hard metal bed was the figure he longed for, draped in green cloth. Her pale face was illuminated by oxygen, yet her eyelashes were tightly pressed together, like a bloodless ceramic doll. Below, a cylindrical container held a waterfall of bright red liquid, which continuously pierced his sanity with "plop" and "whoosh."

In that instant, he felt as if his head had been struck hard, and his tall figure crashed into the thick concrete wall with a dull thud.

"The mother is hemorrhaging heavily, give her a blood transfusion!" The doctor began instructing the other nurses, and even Sai's face turned pale as he began emergency treatment.

The baby's cries mingled with the warning sounds of the equipment, freezing Diaz in place like a spell. His head began to buzz, and his legs involuntarily buckled to his knees—

"Bang!"

The tall, muscular figure knelt by the door, watching the incomprehensible curves gradually descend, his mind eerily blank.

"Heart rate too low, prepare for external defibrillation—"

The constant crackling of electricity pierced his mind, and memories of Xiaoyue flashed through his mind again and again.

...thud.

Thud—

Hot tears filled with grievance and regret, and deep remorse began to overflow from those unyielding brown eyes like a dam bursting.

"I...I'm not dead yet..."

He crawled forward on his knees with utmost devotion, hoping to reach her side, as if at this moment he was no longer some formidable underworld godfather, nor some authoritative boss...

He was just a man who was afraid of losing his beloved.

"You fucking can't...you can't leave me..."

"Xiaoyue... Xiaoyue..."

"You fucking wake up—"

The baby's cries, the mechanical warning sounds, even the doctors' conversations were all drowned out by that roar—a roar that tore apart her own soul, a bargaining chip used to pull her back from the brink of death.