After Leah gave birth to the child, following a brief moment of consciousness, she fell back into a coma, causing chaos in the operating room once again.

The Shaw Family matriarch hurried over from the Shaw Mansion with Nanny Zhao. Seeing her grandson standing outside the operating room like a wooden post and the newborn baby crying in the nurse’s arms, she suddenly felt a pang of heartache.

The matriarch took her great-grandson into her arms, tears brimming as she soothed the newborn, then looked up and asked Richard Shaw, "How is Crystal? Is she okay?"

The man stood outside the operating room, his face stern, his eyebrows drawn, and said in a low voice, "She fell into a coma after giving birth, still under emergency care."

The man’s voice had little emotion as he glanced at the crying baby in the matriarch’s arms, a brief flash of displeasure in his tea-colored eyes.

It was for the birth of this child that Crystal nearly lost her life. Now, with her fate unknown, Richard Shaw’s joy over the arrival of the child was barely noticeable.

When the matriarch heard that her granddaughter-in-law was still being rescued, her initial joy at seeing her great-grandson instantly turned to sadness. With such intense emotional swings, she began to tremble slightly.

Nanny Zhao hurriedly supported her, whispering, "Don’t worry, Matriarch, the Young Madam will surely overcome this; nothing will happen to her."

The Shaw Family matriarch nodded, composed herself, and said, "Richard, I will go with Nanny Zhao to take care of the child, you stay with Crystal. Let me know if anything happens."

Both the mother and child need care, neither side can be delayed.

Richard Shaw agreed with a heavy heart, feeling slightly contracted as he watched the matriarch leave. He leaned against the cold wall, a grim expression on his face, silently keeping vigil outside the operating room.

At this point, the only chance for survival was to maintain her identity firmly. Thoughts of divorce, and her recent definitive words, made his heart feel as if it was being cut by a knife—a dull pain slowly spreading through his blood. Initially, it wasn’t very noticeable, but gradually, the dull ache swept through his entire body, engulfing him like crashing waves.

"Major General, notice of a senior meeting at the Military District."

The man’s expression was unpredictable, glancing at Crystal still under emergency care. After struggling for several minutes, he called upon Eamon Turner, instructing solemnly, "Stay by Crystal’s side in the hospital at all times. Ensure her safety; do not allow any strangers near her."

"Yes." Eamon Turner’s face became serious as he said, "Major General, rest assured, as long as I am breathing, I will not let Madam come to harm."

Richard Shaw nodded, gazed deeply at the operating room, and then turned resolutely to leave.

Eamon Turner, seeing Richard Shaw leave with Swain, felt strangely uneasy instead of relieved. His entire being adjusted to a state of utmost alertness.

Miss Leah was still in surgery, and Griffith Squire would not be able to transfer her until the earliest tomorrow night.

Eamon Turner dared not act rashly at this time, especially refraining from revealing Miss Leah’s condition to Griffith Squire.

No one understood better than him that Griffith Squire had done everything for Miss Leah over the years. Here in the Imperial City, multiple forces coexist, and they’re friends more than enemies. Should Griffith Squire’s identity be exposed, it would attract multifaceted attacks, risking a disastrous downfall.

Eamon Turner waited outside the operating room for a long time before the light finally went out.

A doctor in a white coat emerged, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and sighed with relief, saying, "Congratulations, Major General, Madam is out of danger."

Eamon Turner finally relaxed, relieved to hear the news, and quickly reported the safety to Richard Shaw.

Richard Shaw was on his way to attend the top-level meeting when Eamon Turner’s message arrived as the car reached the meeting building, informing him that Crystal had awakened and was being transferred from the maternity ward to the special care unit.

Throughout that day and night, Richard Shaw inexplicably felt restless, always suspecting something significant would occur.

"From the maternity ward to the special care unit?" The man looked at the meeting building within sight, and suddenly his left eye twitched. Coldly, he instructed, "Swain, back to the hospital."

Swain was taken aback, saying, "Major General, missing the senior meeting without reason will result in a reported criticism."

"Go back." The man’s handsome, unyielding expression showed signs of anxiety as he repeated a second time, his voice cold, carrying a chilling intensity. The ominous feeling in his heart grew stronger; he needed to return to the hospital immediately.

Swain gritted his teeth, activated the direction signal ahead, and turned the car back toward the hospital.

Richard Shaw wore a solemn expression, attempting to contact Eamon Turner again but found the route faulty and unable to get through, his face suddenly turning grim.

"Major General, perhaps Eamon Turner stepped away temporarily; don’t worry, try again later." Swain, pressing the accelerator, sped toward the hospital, desperately suppressing bad thoughts. The hospital was full of people close to Major General’s heart—the Madam, just out of surgery, the matriarch, and the little child—all vulnerable beings. Nothing must happen to them.

Richard Shaw steadied his mind, constraining himself from imagining anything unpleasant. He’d only been away from the hospital a short while; no mishaps would occur.

"Speed up." He commanded in a low voice, slightly closing his eyes, fingers clenched, veins protruding on his hands. He hoped he was overthinking, as he pressed his aching temples. The past few days had been devoid of rest, coupled with Crystal’s childbirth, disturbances constantly emerging—a heart perpetually in turmoil.

Swain had already accelerated to a speed of 200; fortunately, the route was under curfew at night, with few vehicles.

Midway, Swain received an urgent call, then paled, his voice quivering as he briefed Richard Shaw, "Major General, news just came from the hospital, Madam’s situation has worsened."