Her lower abdomen began to ache. "Ugh..." Sienna Johnson let out a low moan. She tried to suppress it, but the pain was too intense, and she couldn't help but cry out.
"Mai!"
Kiki quickly turned around and saw Sienna huddled on the backseat, looking vulnerable and pitiful.
To make Sienna more comfortable, they had bought an inflatable mattress and covered it with a soft blanket. However, they hadn't anticipated how rough the mountain road would be, and Sienna was still suffering.
Her small face, peeking out from her black coat, was furrowed and deathly pale, devoid of any color. It was evident she was in great discomfort.
"Mai, what's wrong? Are you in a lot of pain?" Kiki asked, her gaze fixed on Sienna's pale face, her worry palpable.
This journey had been full of rushing and jolting, and Sienna was pregnant. How could she possibly endure such an ordeal?
"Mai, if we had known, we would have waited for you to give birth before we fled."
