How to Tame My Beastly Husband — Chapter 260. Childbirth (2)
Translator: Atlas / Editor: Regan
The door to the bedroom was shut tight, and listening to Annette’s cries made Raphael feel like he was losing his mind.
He wanted to break the door down. The fear that she would die was making him crazy, and if it happened, he wanted to be by her side. Her last doctor had tried to poison her, hadn’t she? It automatically made him suspicious of her new doctor.
She has the amulet, he told himself, trying to calm down. She will be safe.
But through the door, he heard another muffled cry.
“I can’t, I can’t… ahh!”
Tears filled his bloodshot eyes as he stared at the door. He felt helpless, and he had no idea how to endure anything this cruel. He paced back and forth in front of the door, trying to decide whether to go in or wait longer.
He could hear Annette’s breath heaving from the labor pains. The sound made him wish he would die before her, and impatience seized him. But as he was approaching the door, someone stopped him.
The sound of a cane striking the cold marble floor echoed, jolting Raphael out of his panic. His head turned automatically.
There was Annette’s father, Duke Allamand Bavaria. He must have heard the news that Annette had gone into labor.
The Duke clicked his tongue at the sight of his pathetic son-in-law. The Duke was as immaculately dressed as always, and he sat down, beckoning Raphael over.
“Don’t bother going in. Come here.”
His authoritative voice was useful in this instance. Raphael sat next to him obediently.
“How long has it been?” Allamand asked without looking up at him.
“Eight… eight hours.”
Raphael had stammered his answer, but Allamand’s face was expressionless as he looked at the door, where his daughter was suffering on the other side. He seemed very calm, considering he was her father.
Raphael frowned. It offended him to see Duke Bavaria with that calm face when Annette might die any minute, and he glared down at the floor. But then he spotted something strange.
Allamand’s boots weren’t buckled properly. He had put them on in such a hurry that the tongues were sticking outward, and Raphael looked again at that cold profile, chagrined. He didn’t seem quite so dignified with those boots.
For the first time, Raphael could see his wife in Allamand’s face. The shift in his expression, the fine veining on his eyelids, the slightly raised tip of his nose and the angle of his chin.
The reminders of her made him feel as if all his strength had left him.
“What’s taking so long?” He couldn’t help asking. His anxiety was straining to break free, and he was willing to grasp at any straw. “Is she all right?”
Purple eye flicked to him. Normally, the Duke would have ignored his son-in-law’s question, but Allamand’s fear was no less great.