The Faceless Billionaire Celebrity Wife-Chapter 350: His Daughters.

He turned the corner, his casual steps quickening as he spotted something unusual ahead. His heart nearly stopped when he saw the figure lying on the floor, unmoving. It was like a deja Vu of the situation back at the DeLoach’s mansion that one time.

At first, his mind raced with disbelief. Was this a prank? It had to be. Shikera, ever playful, could be pulling one of her stunts as payback for what he did. But as he kneeled beside her, calling her name, the stillness of her body wiped away any hope that this was a joke. His hands trembled as he frantically slipped out his phone and dialled in Jordan’s number, "She passed out," he informed, without bothering to elaborate on his words. He looked up at the map tag of the hallway they were currently in and read the directions into the phone.

"Give us a few min—" the person on the other side of the line started to say, when Ethan cut him off.

"They need to get here now!" he barked into the phone, panic rising in his throat.

Within ten seconds, a flurry of white coats appeared at the end of the hallway and a group of doctors rushed down the hall, Jordan and Krystal at the forefront of the group, leading the team.

The former dropped beside Shikera, his fingers expertly checking for her pulse.

"A quick check is inevitable," he muttered beneath his breath. The tension was thick as the other doctors lifted her onto the stretcher, wheeling her swiftly into a check-up room. Ethan followed, feeling helpless, unable to shake the image of her lying on the floor, so different from the vibrant woman he had been talking to just moments ago.

Jordan and Krystal emerged after what felt like an eternity. Ethan’s heart raced as he saw their grim expressions.

"What happened? Why did she pass out so suddenly? It’s not... Things aren’t more complicated than they already are, right?" he demanded, barely able to keep the panic out of his voice.

Krystal hesitated for a second, then asked, "Was she under any obvious stress, not necessarily emotional, but physical too, before she collapsed?"

"Stress? No. That’s impossible!" Ethan replied, pacing the hallway. "I was with her. We were talking and, she just... she left the elevator before me and turned the corner faster. She was fine!" He looked from Krystal to Jordan, noticing the tense atmosphere between the two as they shared knowing glances. "Will someone tell me what the fuck is going on?"

Jordan stepped forward, his tone firm but gentle. "Vincent, we have to move the surgery forward to tonight. It’s an emergency now. Whatever caused her to pass out... we need to address it immediately."

Ethan’s chest tightened as the weight of his words sank in. "And... what are you saying? The surgery was planned for tomorrow but now you are preponing it. Should I take that as a good sign or...?"

"I’m saying you need to prepare your mind for both the best and the worst," Jordan continued, his voice calm but heavy. "With this new development, we can’t afford to wait any longer. We will get her ready for surgery while you alert the rest of her family."

But Ethan shook his head, refusing to move. "I’m not going anywhere. I need to see her first. Just once before you go prepare her."

Jordan and Krystal exchanged a glance, but they knew they weren’t calling the shots in this place, so they stepped aside to allow him into the room.

Ethan stopped when he got to the center of the room. The sight of Shikera lying pale and almost lifeless on the bed tore at him. She looked like a shadow of the woman he had just spoken to, her usual brightness completely gone.

He propelled his heavy legs forward until he was standing beside the bed, then bent down, his forehead pressing softly against hers, then kissed her gently on the nose. Leaning closer, he whispered into her ear, his voice breaking just a little, "If you don’t come back soon, and fight to stay alive... then I swear, Princess, I’ll date and get married to another woman within two weeks. So you better come back, as early as possible..." Pressing another kiss to her forehead, he added, "You don’t get to leave me here... You don’t have the fucking rights." 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

Then he straightened and walked out of the room, while the nurses filed in after him.

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A tense hour later, the operating theatre was filled with the sterile hum of medical equipment and the quiet urgency of the obstetricians as they prepared to deliver the babies. Krystal and Jordan stood on standby, reading to take over immediately the obstetricians were done.

Standing a few metres away from them, Ethan was decked out in a surgical coat, mask, and gloves, having insisted on staying in the room all through the procedure. His hands trembling, he watched every movement with a lump in his throat. He could barely breathe, his eyes glued to Shikera, who lay still on the operating table, her life in the balance.

Having placed his whole attention on Shikera’s face so he could monitor each and every twitch of her face, he didn’t know when the chief obstetrician brought out the first baby and cleared her airway. Until the silence in the room was suddenly broken by the soft, fragile cries of a baby. Then another.

Ethan’s heart leapt in his chest. His eyes reluctantly pulled away from Shikera’s face to see two baby girls, impossibly small, gently taken out, their tiny bodies immediately placed into the hands of the supporting obstetricians.

They worked quickly, expertly, transferring the newborns into incubators on the other side of the room. Ethan’s eyes followed the movement, awe and terror mixing in his mind. These were his daughter, his and Shikera’s, and yet he could barely process it, knowing that Shikera still lay there, unmoving.