Lin Wan'er's first instinct was to reach for the silver bell by her bedside.
She couldn't speak, so to make it easier for her to summon servants at night, Lu Lingxiao had hung a string of silver bells for her.
But the pain in her abdomen was unbearable, and even lifting her hand intensified the agony.
She writhed on the bed in anguish.
She knew childbirth would be painful, but she hadn't expected it to be so excruciating. Didn't the nannies in the household say that it wouldn't hurt too badly at first—that the pain would gradually build?
Why was her experience so different?
In just a few breaths, Lin Wan'er was drenched in cold sweat. She realized she couldn't endure this pain any longer; she needed a midwife.
Clenching her teeth and summoning all her strength, she finally managed to touch the bedside.
However, the silver bell that should have been hanging there was inexplicably gone.
Who had taken her silver bell?