Chapter 93. The Death Of Me

Zayn sat in front of Dr. Daniel, his expression hard, his body stiff as if bracing for the worst. The office smelled faintly of antiseptic, and the quiet hum of the air conditioner filled the silence between them. Dr. Daniel, however, wore a calm smile, the kind of smile that tried to put anxious families at ease.

“So?” Zayn asked finally, his voice low and steady, though deep inside his chest his heart was pounding. He masked his anxiousness well, but his fingers betrayed him, tapping restlessly on his thigh.

“We have found a solution on how to bring out the baby,” Dr. Daniel said slowly.

Zayn straightened in his seat, his dark eyes narrowing. “What is the solution?”

The doctor folded his hands on the desk. “We are going to perform a C-section on him.”

The word hung heavily in the air. Zayn’s jaw clenched as he tried to process it.

Dr. Daniel paused, letting the words sink in, before continuing in a careful tone. “It’s going to be risky, but ther