The red light above the operating room door was glaring, and the smell of disinfectant in the hallway was so thick it was almost tangible, intertwining with the atmosphere of anxiety.
Mrs. Carter held the baby girl, but her eyes couldn't help glancing toward the tightly closed door of the operating room, a door that had been closed for far too long.
Maria Carter was also anxiously pacing around,
"Why hasn't she come out yet... could sister-in-law be in trouble..."
She clutched Mrs. Carter's arm so tightly that her knuckles turned white.
Mrs. Carter, holding the child, quickly walked over and stopped a nurse,
"Nurse, inside... the pregnant woman, she..."
The nurse was taken aback by the question, then showed astonishment: "That woman? She left on her own half an hour ago, saying she had... an urgent matter."
"What?!" Mrs. Carter felt the world spin around her; if it weren't for the baby in her arms, she might have lost her balance.
