Jasmine Yale's body was quite weak. The doctors had prepared several surgical plans, but in the end, they weren't needed, and the baby was born safe and sound.
The doctors and nurses in the delivery room all breathed a sigh of relief.
The little one was wrapped in a light yellow floral quilt, her tiny face flushed from crying, a small bundle like a little kitten.
Butler Santana brought the baby to Jasmine Yale: "Miss Yale, it's all right now, it's all right, both you and the baby are safe. Look at the baby, she's a little princess with jet-black hair, so beautiful."
Though Jasmine Yale was completely exhausted, she still opened her eyes at the sound of Butler Santana's voice.
The moment her eyes opened, she saw the little one's flushed face.
The baby had long eyelashes and a high nose bridge, her little hands moving about, crying fiercely.
"Baby, don't cry, don't cry..." Butler Santana comforted.
Jasmine Yale closed her eyes again, a faint smile playing on her lips.
