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Chapter 110: News and Baby

作者: Avvi Keller
last update 最終更新日: 2025-03-02 19:05:05

A week had passed since the accident. Since everything had fallen apart.

Physically, I was fine—fully recovered, as my doctors had confirmed. But my family still insisted I stay in the hospital a little longer. They hovered, worried and protective as if I was made of glass. A part of me understood. They had lost me once before, and maybe now, they were terrified it would happen again.

But no one knew the real reason I was taking extra care of myself. No one except Sheila and my OB-GYN.

My pregnancy remained a secret.

Since the moment I found out, I had done everything to follow the list of guidelines Sheila and my doctor had given me. I ate healthy, rested properly, and stayed away from stress as much as I could. My brothers and grandfather visited me daily, showering me with attention and concern. It felt strange—having them here, showing they cared—after years of distance. And my father? He never came.

I had also noticed something else. At times, when I was half asleep, a faint but
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