Hearing her husband, Elena couldn't help but smile through her exhaustion, relief flooding her as their eyes met.
Though he was battered and worn from battle, he was safe—and that was all that mattered.
She wanted to ask about the abbots but quickly brushed the thought aside—now wasn't the time.
There was still one more baby to bring into the world, and every second counted.
Meanwhile, seeing her pale, weary face and her silence, Ethan felt a deep wave of distress over his wife's condition.
He gently caressed Elena's cheek with his heart aching as he watched her fight to stay conscious.
He couldn't help but think of his two boys. 'They'd better listen to their mom and obey her.'
Unaware of what was running through her husband's mind, Elena reached out to him through telepathy, her voice faint but gentle as she tried to comfort him.
"I'm fine, just running out of strength. Take the second one to Paradise—his been crying for a while now. Have some pity on your second prince."
