“If it hurts so much, you should just order an Uber, Elena, because I am going to take my mother and my siblings to celebrate at the steakhouse.”
Elena had given birth only seven hours ago, and her hospital gown was still damp with sweat while her newborn daughter slept soundly against her trembling chest. Her husband Brandon adjusted his expensive watch and checked his reflection in the mirror to make sure his designer shirt was perfectly smooth and unwrinkled.
“Sir, your wife cannot be left alone right now because she needs rest and professional help to recover from the delivery,” the nurse said with her mouth hanging open in shock.
Brandon let out a cold laugh and told the nurse not to exaggerate since his mother had four children and was already back in the kitchen the very next day. His mother Adelaide lifted her chin with pride as if she had just received a grand award for her past labor.
“Exactly, and young girls today seem to think that having a baby makes them queens who deserve a throne for doing something so natural,” Adelaide added with a sneer.
