Larissa Judson and Haskell Palmer novel Chapter 938

And with that, Sage and Haskell reached a temporary truce.

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At 37 weeks, knowing that Sapphira could go into labor at any moment, Larissa and Neville began taking turns staying home from work for a week at a time. Then, at 38 weeks and one day, Sapphira's water broke. Larissa, who was at the office, got the call from her father and drove home immediately.

They were well-prepared. The private obstetrician they had hired arrived quickly, and thanks to the extensive conditioning Larissa had provided for her mother throughout the pregnancy, everything went relatively smoothly.

But the crisis came after the baby was born. Sapphira began to hemorrhage.

The obstetrician immediately checked for uterine contractions, ensured the placenta was intact, and inspected for any tears. But the labor had been long, and Sapphira was utterly exhausted. Before they could even identify the cause, she lost too much blood and slipped into unconsciousness.

Hearing the news that his wife's life was in danger, Neville felt his blood run cold. He handed his newborn daughter to Haskell and rushed to Sapphira's side, grasping her hand and speaking to her in a low, constant murmur.

Just then, Larissa, who had left the room the moment she heard about the hemorrhage, returned.

"Dad, step aside," she said, her voice unnervingly calm.

Hearing her, Neville's fear was momentarily replaced by trust, and he immediately moved out of the way.

In one hand, Larissa held a dark brown medicinal pill, and in the other, a glass of water. She went to her mother's side, placed the pill in her mouth, and carefully poured a little water in to help her swallow.

Haskell watched her go, his expression complex. After witnessing that, he was at a loss for words. It was a stark reminder that childbirth was truly a life-or-death experience for women. At that moment, no words of comfort or congratulations felt adequate.

Larissa leaned her head gently on Haskell's shoulder. "What I gave my mom just now was a pill made from something called Phoenix Herb," she said softly. "It's incredibly precious. As long as there's a breath left in a person's body, it can bring them back."

When she first acquired the pill, she never imagined she would have to use it. She never thought she would have to rely on that meticulously cultivated herb to save her mother's life. If not for that, her mother might not have made it.

As the thought settled, a lump formed in Larissa's throat, and her eyes grew hot with tears. Haskell wrapped his arms around her waist. "It's over now, Larissa," he said gently. "Your mom and your little sister are both safe and sound."

"Yeah. Thank God, they are safe."