Chapter 133

Calla felt like she had slept for a very long time. Her entire body ached with exhaustion.

She struggled to move, feeling completely drained of energy. A sudden panic surged from within her when she opened her eyes.

"Mrs. Garland, you're awake?" Jasmine's voice reached her ears. Calla focused on Jasmine's face, then noticed everything around her was white.

White walls, white ceiling, white sheets. No wonder her hand hurt; she was still hooked up to an IV drip.

She turned her head and saw a black silhouette standing by the window. That silhouette was all too familiar—Mercer. Seeing him, Calla's heart inexplicably tightened.

Hearing Jasmine's words, Mercer slowly turned around. His gaze was cold as he looked at Calla lying on the hospital bed.

Calla had no mind to notice his gaze. Her thoughts immediately went to her child. She reached for her belly, but the prominent bump was gone.

"The baby! What about the baby?" she cried out.

Jasmine glanced at Mercer, hesitant to speak.

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