CHAPTER 34: TIFFANY AND CAMILLA GAVE BIRTH

As dusk settled, she finally left the palace, escorted by Sinclair Inside the car, Sinclair cradled Camilla in his arms, his slender fingers tracing gentle circles over the noticeable swell of her belly.

"You seem to be in a good mood?"

"Absolutely," Camilla replied, her lips curving into a smile, her voice laced with cheerful amusement.

"Sweetheart, Grandmother has agreed."

Sinclair knew exactly what she meant.

Though he remained silent, the corners of his mouth lifted in response.

"It won’t be long before Grandmother fully recovers.

Then, we can finally return to San Francisco," Camilla straightened up slightly, her eyes sparkling with joy as she gazed at Sinclair.

"Sweetheart, compared to being a royal heir, I much prefer the title of Mrs. Luther."

Because it belonged to him—and him alone.

"Camilla," Sinclair gazed into Camilla’s overly bright eyes, his own darkening with emotion as a tidal wave of love surged from the depths of his heart.

"I love you."

Cradling her face with utmost care, he leaned in and kissed her.

Camilla responded tenderly. The night was gentle.

Time flew by in the blink of an eye, and another four months passed.

During this period, Taylor had rushed back to San Francisco after Voilet was kidnapped by traitors within the Taylor family.

Queen had followed him there.

The three of them were destined for a complicated story.

Vicente had also kept his promise—he washed his hands of the past, completely severing ties with the underground organization.

Vincent took Melissa traveling everywhere.

Under the care of grandpa Rodriguez and Camilla, Queen Elizabeth not only recovered from her illness but became even healthier than before.

After promising to visit and stay with her for a few months every year, Camilla returned to San Francisco, her belly round and ready for labor at any moment.

With her swollen belly, Tiffany personally went to the airport under Calvin’s nervous escort.

In the days that followed, the two women became inseparable, spending every moment discussing their upcoming babies.

Their husbands watched with barely concealed jealousy, though there was little they could do.

Perhaps it was fate, or perhaps just the result of spending so much time together—but half a month later, Tiffany and Camilla went into labor one after the other and were rushed to their family’s private hospital.

Tiffany delivered smoothly, giving birth to a healthy boy named Calvin Junior.

Grandma Calvin was overjoyed.

But Calvin, witnessing the agony Tiffany endured during childbirth, felt as though half his life had been drained from him.

Silently, he swore to himself—never again.

Over at the Luther Family’s hospital wing, the situation was far more intense.

Because Camilla was carrying twins, her labor dragged on much longer.

Ignoring everyone’s protests, Sinclair suited up in protective gear and entered the delivery room to stay by her side.

Watching her face contort in pain and hearing her muffled cries, his heart clenched as if gripped by an invisible hand.

His vision darkened at the edges.

"It’s here—one is born!"

The midwife’s announcement rang out just as Sinclair’s heart seemed to stop.

Then, everything went black.

The delivery room was thrown into chaos once again.

The doctors wanted to wheel Sinclair away for examination, but found they couldn’t pry his hand loose from Camilla’s grip.

A nurse had to be sent out to call for assistance.

Between waves of excruciating pain, Camilla managed to check Sinclair’s pulse.

"Sinclair ’ll be fine," she gasped before refocusing on pushing through her contractions.

Grandpa Luther’s normally stern face was etched with deep concern.

Camilla’s grandfather, familiar with his granddaughter’s constitution, patted the older man’s shoulder reassuringly.

Both Uncle Carlos and Ramsey wore equally anxious expressions.

Just then, two nurses hurried out, startling both patriarchs who immediately rose from their seats.

"What’s happening?"

"Is Camilla alright?"

"Mrs. Luther’s delivery is progressing normally," one nurse explained while her colleague went to summon help.

"It’s just... Mr. Luther has fainted."

The expectant mother was holding up, but the support person had collapsed?

The two old men exchanged glances, their expressions a complex mixture of emotions.

Several doctors rushed into the delivery room, followed closely by the nurses.

The corridor outside fell silent once again.

Grandpa Luther shook his head with a resigned chuckle.

"That boy actually fainted when Camilla was giving birth.

What a useless fellow."

Grandpa Rodriguez, however, wore an expression of satisfaction.

"Sinclair was just worried sick about Camilla."

Two hours later, the unconscious Sinclair and Camilla were wheeled out, along with their newborn twins.

Grandpa Rodriguez stepped forward to check their pulses, letting out a relieved sigh only after confirming neither was in serious condition.

"Congratulations to both families," the doctor announced.

"Mrs. Luther has given birth to a pair of twins—a boy and a girl."

"Wonderful, just wonderful!"

Though they had known about the twins, the two elders had deliberately avoided learning the genders beforehand.

Now, hearing they had both a grandson and a granddaughter, their joy knew no bounds.

Ramsey stepped forward, handing out generous red envelopes to each member of the medical staff present.

—— Inside the hospital room.

After a long, exhausting night, the two elderly gentlemen were finally persuaded to return home and rest.

Uncle Carlos and Auntie Naomi stayed behind with their team, working closely with the doctors to ensure the new parents received the best possible care.

When Camilla woke up, Sinclair was still unconscious.

The two babies slept peacefully in their crib nearby.

Her eyes filled with maternal warmth as she gazed at the little ones she had brought into the world with such effort.

Then, suppressing the lingering pain, she made her way to Sinclair’s bedside and sat down.

Gently stroking his face for a moment, she leaned down and pressed her cheek against his chest.

"Sweetheart, what’s wrong with you?"

"The babies are here.

If you don’t open your eyes to see them soon, they’ll be upset."

... She didn’t know how long she had been murmuring to him when suddenly, she felt a faint vibration in his chest.

"Camilla."

Sinclair was awake?!

Camilla lifted her head in joyful surprise, only to meet a pair of dark, obsessive eyes—cold and unsettling.

Her own eyes flickered with unease.

In that instant, she sensed something was amiss, and shock flickered in her gaze.