Mr Trap. Coldhearted
Part 237's

“Already, being in healing post plastic surgery. Now the man is in Italy,” Bene replied. He was monitoring the progress of the performance of his superior hired secret agent because Edbert was busy worrying about Cathleen's condition.

“In the mafia cartel that helped her kidnap Gretta?”

“True.”

A rough sigh escaped Edbert's lips. It's hard to catch that one cunning woman. What else is there mafia that becomes a barrier.

“Propositions, Gretta is one of the members there.” Along the way to Edbert's new residence, Bene while informing important information so that his superiors do not take the wrong step.

“What do they sell?”

“Ilegal weapons.”

“Ck! It's worth it that everyone has a sneaky way to dodge and hide.” Edbert leaned his head that felt heavy. He can't move or get close to Gretta to a cartel of gun smugglers. It's the same as bringing your own life.

“I had to find a way to lure Gretta out of her hiding place,” Edbert muttered.

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Cathleen's age is getting bigger. Until this second, it has counted nine months less than a week. The woman's breath seemed to be panting every time she stepped foot. Maybe because the two fetuses in the womb are getting heavier. What's more heartburn sometimes also feels pain because all organs inside the body are being urged by children who may be born.

Every morning Cathleen would take a walk. He said, moving a lot when pregnancy is near birth can help facilitate the labor process. Must have always been accompanied by Gerald as well.

Gerald hugged Cathleen's hip while rubbing the woman's distended stomach as they circled the vast area of the mansion.

Every time Gerald saw Cathleen sigh heavily as she endured the pain, he reflexively fizzed as if he also felt the same way.

“Are you okay, Honey?” gerald asked as he led Cathleen to the chair. “We rest first.”

“My stomach was heartburn,” replied Cathleen while issuing a hiss.

“Do you want to defecate?” gerald asked as he rubbed the entire abdomen of Cathleen very gently. “If yes, I will carry you back faster.”

“I don't think so, three days ago I felt like this. But, every time you go to the toilet, there must be no dirt coming out,” complained Cathleen. He had endured the pain without telling anyone because he did not want to panic his family.

It turns out that weight also carries one burden of pregnant women who contain two fetuses. “We go to the hospital only, yes?” bring Gerald.

Cathleen nodded, she indeed could not bear the stomach and waist that felt like a crumble.

“Cathleen why?” mama Gwen asked who saw her daughter being carried inside.

“His stomach hurts,” replied Gerald.

“Do you have a contraction?” Mama Gwen immediately approached Cathleen who was seated on a nearby sofa.

“I don't know, contraction alone has never been,” reply Cathleen. His face grimaced and felt something was coming out of his sensitive area. “It looks like I'm wetting,” he said very plainly.

“What's wrong, I'll clean.” Gerald who did not know about pregnant women with all the pain nearing childbirth also took it seriously.

But not with Mama Gwen. He immediately checked whether what Cathleen was releasing was urine or not. “You're not wetting your bed, but this is your broken amniotic fluid. Quickly take him to the hospital, later I will follow carrying his equipment.”

“What?” Cathleen squealed in shock as her body felt lifted again by Gerald. She still could not believe that she was going to give birth.

“Quiet, Honey, you're still strong, ‘kan?” ask Gerald. It was not Cathleen who panicked, but instead she herself was confused as to what to do. This is the first time a woman will give birth.

“If not strong, maybe I will give birth in the middle of the road,” Cathleen said. He tried to comfort himself even though the pain was so intense and it was very torturous.

Gerald immediately sat Cathleen down, making the car seat slightly backward and not too upright. “What is convenient?”

The question was answered with a nod. Gerald got into the car and drove the vehicle to the hospital.

While traveling, Gerald's phone suddenly rang. He took the time to lift and push the loudspeaker button so that there is no need to hold and stick it in the ear.

“Gerald?” The voice of Mr. Eleanor who called.

“Ya?”

“Sorry if I bother you. But, I want to let you know that Chloe is critical.”