Dangerous Premature Birth, Fighting the Evil Mother-in-law!

　　I tugged on her pants and begged her.

　　"Mom, please call an ambulance for me and take me to the hospital."

　　She pulled my hand away and patted the hem of her pants.

　　"Don't worry. There's always a process to give birth."

　　"The water just broke. I can't wait any longer. Please, mom."

　　"He's your grandson! Aren't you worried at all?"

　　"What will Jensen think if he finds out that you're not sending me to the hospital?"

　　It would have been fine if I hadn't mentioned my husband. However, my words seemed to have ignited her anger.

　　She immediately put her hands on her hips.

　　"You jinx, aren't you just relying on the fact that my son loves you? You command him in everything."

　　"You are controlling him. It just so happens that he's not here now. I'll set some rules for you."

　　No, the child was coming out. If I arrived late, the child would definitely suffocate.

　　I could only continue to beg her. I really couldn't move now.

　　The water flowed out like a tap.

　　Marry came back at this time. I quickly looked at her for help.

　　But she looked at me with disdain and whispered to her mom.

　　My mother-in-law's mouth immediately opened and closed, spittle flying everywhere.

　　"Clara, if you want me to take you to the hospital now, you have to agree to my conditions."

　　I could only nod. There was nothing I could do.

　　"First of all, after giving birth to the child, your family of three will move out and live here for your sister-in-law and Garry."

　　"Second, return the 20,000 dollars betrothal gifts I gave you back then."

　　"Thirdly, your sister-in-law is now divorced. As Garry's uncle and aunt, you have to bear the responsibility of bringing him up."

　　"Give Garry 500 dollars every month until he turns to 18 years old."

　　I couldn't hear what she was saying anymore.

　　My eyes went into a trance as the figures overlapped.

　　There were a dozen of her in front of me counting the rules.

　　The neighbor passed by the door. When she heard me crying, she opened the half-closed door.

　　And she was shocked.

　　"Clara is about to give birth. Why don't you send her to the hospital?"

　　The evil mother-in-law immediately changed her face.

　　"Right, I'm going to call the ambulance."

　　Thanks to my neighbor, I was finally sent to the hospital.

　　The doctor scolded my evil mother-in-law loudly.

　　"Why did it take you so long to bring her here? The water is running out."

　　"If you were a little later, the baby and the lady would die."

　　My mother-in-law was still arguing.

　　"I just found that the water broke. I didn't expect it to flow so fast."

　　"When I gave birth to a baby, I only hired a helper at home. But I still gave birth to two fat children."

　　"Women nowadays are so delicate, they even have to go to the hospital."

　　The nurse glared at her, and I was sent directly to the operating room.

　　The old woman was still talking.

　　"Isn't she going into the delivery room? Children born by cesarean are not smart, they're stupid, they can't be born by cesarean, no..."

　　The nurse who had been holding the form for her to sign turned her head directly to me.

　　Yes, I signed for it myself.

　　Finally, my daughter was born successfully.

　　The doctor was sweating profusely.

　　"It's too dangerous. If you were a little later, even God wouldn't be able to save you."

　　While I was still conscious, I held on to my last breath.

　　I asked the doctor to call my husband.

　　When I opened my eyes again, I was woken up by my daughter's crying.

　　The anesthesia had not completely subsided, and my lower body had not reacted yet.