Chapter 162; Nova!
The maternity ward was in chaos.
Not from the hospital staff—they were calm and professional—but from the group of nervous, loud, and wildly overprotective people pacing the waiting room.
"Will you sit down, Callian? You're making me nervous!" Elias said, throwing his hands up.
Eira's older brother leaned back in his chair, looking relaxed, but the smirk on his face showed his amusement at Callian's frantic pacing.
"I can't sit!" Callian snapped, running a hand through his already messy hair.
His tie was loose, his jacket long discarded, and he looked as if he'd been dragged through a battlefield.
"What if something goes wrong? What if she needs me and I'm out here—what if—"
"What if you calm down before you pass out?"
Sana interrupted, rolling her eyes.
She was sitting cross-legged on a chair, eating chips she'd somehow smuggled in.
