Charlotte cried out again as another wave of pain rushed through her body.
Her back lifted slightly from the bed, and her fingers tightened around Vivian's hand so hard that even his knuckles began to hurt.
Her face had already turned completely red, almost matching the color of her long hair. Sweat clung to the sides of her neck and forehead, making several strands stick to her skin.
Her breathing had become uneven a long time ago.
Every few moments, another contraction would come, giving her barely enough time to recover before the pain started building again.
"Push harder, Lady Charlotte! Don't stop now!"
The middle-aged woman standing near the lower side of the bed raised her voice while reaching both hands forward carefully.
Her expression remained calm despite the tense atmosphere in the room.
Several healers stood nearby as well, preparing clean cloths and warm water while watching Charlotte closely. The entire room was filled with pressure.
