Chapter 126


    When I got to the hospital, I was taken for a gynecological check–up while Neil waited outside.


    I gave the doctor a brief rundown of my situation, followed by a series of tests. The results didn’t seem


    optimistic The doc suggested I stay in the hospital for a bit, which seriously bummed me out. I felt like a


    deted balloon.


    “The man outside, is he your husband? Should we fill him in on your situation? You’ll need someone to


    take care of you, the doctor asked.


    “No, he’s just a friend. If I need his help, I’ll let him know Thanks.” I replied wearily


    After I was transferred to the ward, Neil came to my bedside and asked. “What’s up? The doc wouldn’t


    tell me anything.”


    I requested the doctor to keep it confidential, so she wouldn’t inform Neil Patient privacy was respected


    in such cases.


    Looking at Neil’s worried face, I knew he genuinely cared for me. He had left Bonnie behind to rush me


    to the hospital. This wasn’t some figment of my imagination. I was debating whether I should tell him


    the truth, give him a chance to decide.


    If I could sessfully deliver the baby, I wouldn’t shoo him away from visiting.


    “Neil, I was about to say when Neil’s phone rang


    He nced at the caller ID and picked up. After a few words, I got the gist of the conversation. It must


    be Kate on the other end.


    “How did it get so serious?”


    “I’m on my way.”


    “Alright, got it.”


    I was hesitant a moment ago, but now I was determined. Neil had only sent me to the hospital out of


    conscience, so how could I be swayed so easily?


    Thank God I held my tongue, if not, I would’ve been used of taking advantage of him.


    Neil hung up the phone and looked at me hesitantly I smiled and said, “Go, you’ve done enough by


    bringing me here.”


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    “She sprained her ankle pretty badly. I’ll go check on her,” Neil seemed to be exining to me.


    “No need for exnations, you’re a free man” I maintained a calm smile, trying to sound indifferent.


    Even though I was distraught and anxious, I didn’t want to show it. The child in my belly wasn’t just


    mine, but if I wanted to bring him into the world, I had to bear this burden alone


    Neil furrowed his brows and then left.


    As I watched the door of the ward close, my heart remained restless for a me for the next few days.


    long time. After a while, I asked the doctor to find me a nurse to take care of


    Then I called Ondo to take a leave. He was worried and wanted to visit me in the hospital. I gave him


    the address and told him toe the next day.


    At night, while scrolling through my phone in bed, I saw a post by Bonnie. It was from five hours ago,


    probably around the time when Neil was taking me to the hospital. A picture of an injured ankle and a


    brief caption, “What hurts more than a sprained ankle is a broken heart.”


    She must be upset thinking that the man she deeply loved chose to bring his unwell ex–wife to the


    hospital while she was injured. It must be heart–wrenching.


    Well, she had iting. I had endured countless painful moments of being abandoned, with Neil


    always choosing her over me.


    Before I was diagnosed with breast cancer in my past life, I had already felt unwell. Once, I was in so


    much chest pain that I was sweating bullets and hoped Neil would apany me to the hospital. But


    then Bonnie called, saying she was pregnant, and Neil rushed over to her immediately.


    When I passed away, it was the happiest time of their lives. Bonnie was epted by the Whitmore


    family, pregnant with their grandchild, and Neil also gained their approval. They even opened a grand


    hotel.


    I never imagined I would get a chance to upset Bonnie. On impulse, I liked Bonnie’s post. I was not


    sure if it was because I liked her post, but Bonnie deleted it the next day.


    “Rena, what happened? Why’re you suddenly in the gynecology ward?” Ondo came to visit and


    asked, looking surprised.


    I sighed helplessly, “Health issues, mainly gynecological. The doc said if I don’t get treated, it might


    affect future pregnancies. Scared me into staying


    here”


    I didn’t want to tell anyone in my family about the pregnancy.


    Ondo sighed deeply. “It’s all Neil’s fault you’re like this. I remember you being very healthy and


    robust as a child, not this frail”


    “That’s all in the past. I can only me myself for being too sentimental back then.” I managed a bitter


    smile.


    “At least you guys didn’t have kids. This way, you can have a clean and straightforward divorce without


    too much entanglement. Otherwise, it would have been messier and the child would have been


    affected” Ondo opened the thermos he brought with him. Inside was some soup. He said, “Have


    some, it’s made by your sister–inw”


    I carefully sat up and started sipping the soup straight from the thermos.


    Ondo’s words weighed on my mind. Was I making a mistake by stubbornly wanting to give birth to


    the child?


    A child needed not only material support but also paternal love, which was something I cannot provide.


    And if the Whitmore family found out about the child, will I be able to keep them at bay? Even if Bonnie


    later had the Whitmore’s child, there was no guarantee that they won’t neglect mine.


    Lost in thought, I heard footsteps from the entrance. Neil walked in. I was taken aback. “Why are you


    here?”


    “Who were you expecting?“Neil seemed somewhat displeased with my questioning, his expression


    growing stern. “Simmons?”


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    I wasn’t waiting for him. I’d rather hire a nurse than ask Simmons to take care of me. I was not that


    shameless. Carrying Neil’s child, asking Simmons to look after me? I wouldn’t dare exploit Simmons‘


    feelings for me.


    Mant Bonnie badly injured? Shouldn’t you be taking care of her? Or she might get heartbroken again” I


    couldn’t resist the sarcasm.


    didn’t owe Bonnie any basic courtesy. I can mock her, ignore her, even piss her off from time to time. It


    was kind of fun.


    “You enjoy mocking her?” Neil wasn’t angry, he just sat down on a chair nearby, looking at me with a


    teasing smile, “Why don’t you y nice like before, be the caring sister in front of her?”


    “So, now that the cat’s out of the bag, why bother hiding anything?” I looked at Neil with a cold stare.


    “So, you told people that it was her who triggered our divorce?” Neil asked again.


    I dramatically replied, “Yes, I spilled the beans. I knew my colleagues woulde knocking, so I called


    Bonnie out loud and clear for wrecking my marriage. I wanted to make her feel like dirt. Happy now?”


    Neil gave a nod, I’m satisfied.”


    “Then why don’t you go andfort Bonnie, tell her you’vee to her rescue. Stop cramping my


    style, I need some rest, keeping my spirits up is crucial” I wasn’t lying. My doctor also told me not to get


    overly emotional


    “How long are you gonna be stuck in the hospital? What’s the issue?” Neil ignored my sarcasm and


    asked seriously.


    “Obviously, it’s all about the big issue of me and my future partner having kids. I need to rest up and


    get ready for a new married life.” I replied coldly.