His Precious Love

Chapter 592

In the darkness, Rayna heard Jefferson's usual warm voice. “Santa Claus will definitely grant your wish.”

She knew he was just comforting her and closed her eyes.

Sometime after she fell asleep, she felt herself sweating profusely and was eventually woken up by her rising body

heat. Then, she felt the pain coming from her slightly wet lower body.

With some effort, she reached out to touch her crotch and felt hot liquid flowing out of her. “Jefferson! I think my

water just broke. Call the doctor...”

Jefferson instantly woke up and headed to the next room to call for the doctors.

For the past few days, the doctors had been staying up at night preparing for that very moment. Upon receiving

their orders, they changed into surgical gowns in the sterile room. Then, they transferred Rayna to the delivery

room and asked Jefferson to stay outside.

Five doctors monitored her condition very closely and carefully throughout the entire process. “Prepare for

operation!”

Jefferson anxiously paced back and forth outside of the delivery room.

When he recalled the agony he saw on Rayna's pale countenance, he felt his heart clench and his breathing stop.

Even though he didn't believe in any gods or religion, he still prayed to any higher power for Rayna's safety.

The butler spoke in a small voice. “Calm down, Mr. Hamilton. There are five doctors inside the room taking care of

her. She'll be fine. Besides, she'll need your company after the delivery is over. You mustn't lose your cool.”

In response, Jefferson took in a deep breath and forced himself to calm down. “I'm not losing my cool. I'm just

afraid. Even with cesarean section, it's not easy for a woman to give birth to her babies. I'm worried about my

Belle.”

Then, he asked, “Are five doctors enough? Should I invite a few more here?”

“That's enough, Mr. Hamilton,” the butler said. “Bringing more doctors here isn't going to help with the situation.

Drink some water and compose yourself.”

Jefferson grabbed a glass of water from the butler and emptied it in one go. Still, he paced back and forth in front

of the delivery room. Occasionally, he would anxiously press his ear on the door to listen to the sound inside.

For an hour, he stood in front of the room.

After a long wait, the door to the delivery room was finally opened. Then, a nurse pushed a trolley out.

Without delay, Jefferson rushed over to the trolley and saw three newborn babies wrapped in a blanket lying on it.

Their eyes hadn't opened yet.

The nurse assured, “All three children are safe, Mr. Hamilton. One boy and two girls.”

He only took two glances at the children before he shifted his sight to the delivery room. However, he didn't see

what he wanted to. “How's my wife doing?”

Smiling, the nurse replied, “The doctors are stitching up her wound. There is no need to worry.”

Jefferson's worries were finally laid to rest when he learned Rayna was doing fine.

Just as he smiled and was about to let the nurse bring the babies into their room, he heard a gunshot coming from

the living room.

Before he could react to the situation, he heard another gunshot, and the butler next to him fell to the ground.

Jefferson saw a man in a stealth outfit ascending the stairs with a gun and murderous intent.

He immediately pushed the nurse and the trolley back into the delivery room. Then, as he rolled across the floor, a

bullet exploded on the spot he was previously standing.

Rapidly, he pulled out a small tranquilizer gun from his pocket and aimed it at the man's forehead.

Just as the man pulled the trigger, a tranquilizer dart struck his forehead, and he collapsed to the ground.

The bullet hit the wall.

If I didn't move away quickly enough, I would've been dead! Jefferson panted twice before hastily bolting out of the

room. He asked the doctors inside to block the door as he grabbed the assailant's gun.

When he realized only one bullet was left in the magazine, he dismantled the firearm to prevent the assailant's

companion from picking it up. Then he dashed into his room, opened his wardrobe, and pulled out a box sitting at

the very bottom. He opened the box and started assembling a gun with the components inside.

Because his hands were shaking, the process was pretty slow.

I didn't tell many people I transferred Rayna to a new location. Heck, I even did it after midnight so no one would

notice. I can't believe Arnaud still found me, even though this is a pretty secluded location. Just as his train of

thought ended, he finished assembling his weapon.

When he heard myriad footsteps outside the room, he paid very close attention to the sounds. I think there are five

people outside. There's also a very faint “crack” sound... Wait, something's being thrown to the ground. Crap, it's a

smoke grenade!

Jefferson removed the gun from his waist and pulled the trigger. A layer of sweat formed on his forehead as he

sneaked up behind the obstacles.

Indeed, two smoke grenades were lobbed into the bedroom.

Two seconds later, thick white smoke spread across the room, which was followed by the footsteps of someone

stepping in.

After Jefferson determined the direction of the footsteps, he saw a black figure in the smoke and pulled the trigger.

His target went down as expected, but he immediately received a spray of bullets from another combatant.

As fast as he was, he was still hit in the arm when he changed position. Pain instantly traveled throughout his entire

body.

There was only one foe left in the room. After his comrade died, he decided to shoot at an arc in front of him

instead of searching for Jefferson since the bedroom wasn't that big.

As he reloaded his gun, Jefferson pounced toward him.

Then, Jefferson heard a loud bang and the screams of the doctors coming from the next room. It would appear the

door to the delivery room had been smashed open.

He was, of course, worried. However, his opponent was no ordinary person.

The man was nearly one hundred and ninety centimeters tall, and he beat Jefferson so badly, which disoriented the

latter.

“Save me!” The shrieking coming from the other room was getting louder.

When Jefferson thought about Rayna and her children, he mustered enough strength to shove his opponent away,

grabbed his gun, and fired a round into the man's chest.

The assailant's hand fell to the ground. A few drops of his blood splattered on Jefferson's face.

Jefferson panted twice before rushing out of the room without delay and noticed the smoke outside had mostly

dissipated. The moment he saw someone, he raised his gun.

A man was standing on the windowsill and putting on a safety rope with a baby in his hand.

When he saw Jefferson, he grabbed the safety rope and jumped.

Jefferson fired two shots and missed both. He cursed, then opted to ignore the man because he was worried there

might still be enemies in the delivery room.

Inside the room, three men were preparing to grab the last two babies. A doctor pleaded for them to leave at least

one baby behind because he was worried Rayna wouldn't survive the mental shock.

Just as one of the assailants was about to fire, they heard a gunshot, which was followed by the sound of their

comrade, who was holding a baby, falling to the ground.

The doctor charged forward and managed to grab the baby in the nick of time.

When the combatant standing next to the operating table saw that abrupt turn of events, he aimed his gun at

Rayna's forehead. As a result, Jefferson didn't have the guts to pull the trigger and could only glare at his enemy.

“Throw your gun away, Mr. Terblanc,” the man commanded. “Otherwise, I'll kill her.”

Without hesitation, Jefferson removed the magazine and threw the gun away.

The enemy immediately shot his left leg.

Groaning in pain, Jefferson promptly kneeled on one knee.

The man proceeded to order his companion. “Mr. Cyrus said he should be brought back if he's not dead.”

Since the situation was in the assailants' favor, the man's companion put the baby in his arm aside and attempted

to cuff Jefferson.

Jefferson heaved slightly as he calmed himself down. How can I kill them while keeping Rayna safe?

The man was still pressing the tip of his gun on Rayna's forehead, though he seemed slightly relaxed as he stared

at Jefferson.

Out of nowhere, a bullet silently entered the man's forehead and blew his brain apart. With widened eyes, the man

toppled over.

When the man's companion noticed something was wrong, he turned back and saw Jefferson twisting his hands

fiercely.

Then Jefferson kicked him in the abdomen, dropping him to the ground, and pinned the guy's neck with his knee.