He touched the sweat on her forehead, feeling a coldness in his palm, his expression grew heavier, "Why are you sweating so much?"
He lowered his head to check her complexion and saw her face slightly pale. He immediately sensed something was wrong and tightened his grip on her arm.
Emma Benson had been enduring the pain, her stomach hurting more and more. At this moment, she couldn't bear it any longer and grabbed his arm, letting out a soft moan.
She wanted to speak, but found it difficult to make a sound, her throat trembling, "Walter, I..."
"What's wrong?" Seeing her face had turned paler, Walter Schmidt sat her up and, noticing her hand on her belly, immediately understood. He hurriedly lifted her horizontally. "Is your stomach hurting?..."
He walked out quickly, his expression anxious. Norton Abyss turned his head, seeing the unusual look on Emma Benson's face, his eyebrows knitted.
"What's happening?" he asked.
