The Broken-hearted She And The Icy He (Lily and John) novel Chapter 698

**TITLE: My Wife 698**
**Chapter 698: The Anxious Father**

James could feel the tension radiating from Lily, a palpable impatience that hung in the air like a thick fog.

He stood there, rooted to the spot beside the bed, reminiscent of a young student caught in a misstep, his eyes wide with a mix of anxiety and concern as he watched her dress.

When she finally slipped into her clothes, a sense of urgency washed over him. “Lily, let me carry you downstairs! We need to get to the hospital right away!” he exclaimed, his voice laced with a frantic energy.

Lily looked up, her gaze landing on his trembling hands, which shook with a nervousness that was almost comical.

A small smile tugged at the corners of her mouth, though it was tinged with disbelief.

He had fumbled with her light garments more than once, and the last thing she wanted was for him to drop her in his flustered state!

Not wanting to bruise his pride, she chose her words carefully, “You know, my belly is quite large right now, and I think I’d feel more comfortable if you just helped me walk down the stairs.”

The thought of him losing his grip and her tumbling down was enough to send a shiver down her spine—she could only imagine the chaos that would ensue if the babies were born in such a manner!

Upon hearing her suggestion, James acquiesced, though he still hovered close, his hands ready to assist her as they made their way downstairs.

Yet, with each step, his tremors seemed to escalate, his anxiety palpable.

Lily couldn’t shake the feeling that her own body was mirroring his distress, as if they were somehow connected in this moment of impending chaos.

In an ironic twist, she felt as though she was the one who needed to bolster his strength rather than the other way around.

The effort was beginning to take its toll on her, and she couldn’t help but voice her discomfort. “James, please, don’t try to hold me up. Your support is making me more tired than if I walked on my own!”

He halted abruptly, a look of utter dismay etched across his face.

Deep down, he understood that his current state was a hindrance, not a help.

It baffled him—how could a man who usually felt invincible, capable of lifting her with a single arm, now find himself needing her to steady him?

Swallowing his pride, he decided to take a different approach. “Dad! Mom! Lily is in labor! We need the doctor, now!” he shouted, his voice echoing down the staircase as he called for help.

“Is she in labor?”

The urgency in James’s voice had barely dissipated when Victor and Ivan sprang from their rooms, their faces a mix of confusion and concern.

Ivan shot a glance at James, whose figure was hunched and trembling, and his expression turned incredulous.

“Who is actually giving birth here?” he thought, bemused.

Worried that James might crumple onto the floor, Ivan quickly motioned for Victor to help steady him while he supported Lily toward the elevator.

The commotion drew the attention of Adeline, Nancy, and others, who rushed into the living room, their eyes wide with alarm.

James, overwhelmed by the sight of Lily’s pain and the cold sweat glistening on her forehead, felt his legs weaken beneath him.

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