Chapter 129
She Woke Up Caught off guard, Nicole stumbled backward when Jarrod shoved her.
Her heel got stuck in the emergency exit door, causing her to fall hard onto the concrete.
The sound of her falling was a muffled thud, making it clear she''d taken a heavy fall.
Just as Nicole was gearing up to unleash a string of curses, a soft feminine voice wafted in from the
outside.
"Jarrod, what brings you here?” It was unmistakably Jamie''s voice.
Switching his attention from the door to Jamie, Jarrod answered softly, "I’m visiting a friend.
What''s got you in the hospital?” Jamie caught a faint whiff of shower gel, and for a fleeting moment, her
eyes shed with barely noticeable malice.
"I''m a bit lightheaded, so I came to get checked out.” Jamie leaned against Jarrod''s chest.
Jarrod gave her a quick look and asked, "Feeling worn out?" Without waiting for her response, he
scooped her up into his arms.
"Hey, there are so many peopleing and going here..." Jarrod''s eyes settled on the now-shut
emergency exit door, and a dark feeling began to stir within him.
"What''s there to be scared of? I''m just holding my girl.
Who''s going to object?" Blushing, Jamie wrapped her arms around his neck.
“You have no shame, do youe" With a grin, Jarrod patted her rear.
"I''ve seen you unfazed in far more brazen scenarios." Their conversation dwindled as they walked
away, leaving Nicole alone, curled up behind the exit passage.
The back of her head and her elbow bore the brunt of her fall, both now pulsating with pain, making
standing up a real struggle.
Only a few days had psed in their supposed three- year arrangement, and Nicole had already found
it hard to endure.
Though Jarrod had vowed not to marry within their agreement, she still couldn''t hold her head high.
She knew that, especially in front of Jamie, she could be cast aside at any moment.
Suddenly, the exit door swung open.
Nicole thought it was Jarrod and blurted out, “Aren''t you supposed to be with her?" It fell quiet on the
other end.
Lifting her gaze, she found not Jarrod, but a young doctor in a white coat, holding a cigarette and
regarding her with a perplexed look.
Nicole hastily apologized.
"I''m sorry." "It''s fine." The doctor nced at his cigarette and then back at her, putting it out without a
word.
Hearing footsteps approaching, Nicole knew she couldn''t remain seated.
Leaning on the rail, she mustered the strength to stand and limped toward the door to leave.
Just a few paces away, she tripped.
The young doctor steadied her, releasing her hand once she was bnced.
Noticing her scrapes and cuts, likely from her fall, he offered, "Would you like me to fetch a wheelchair
for you?" Nicole waved her hand dismissively, remarking, "I can manage on my own, but thanks.”
"Don''t mention it.” A stone''s throw away, Jarrod stood against a wall, eyeing the duo before him, his
face a mask of disdain.
How audacious! She''s flirting with another man not long after he left.
A gentle arm looped through his, as Jamie cooed, "We can leave now, Jarrod." Breaking his stare,
Jarrod turned around and exited the scene with Jamie.
Raegan found herself trapped in an endless dream.
In this dream, a small silhouette stood with its back to her amid a seemingly endless snowfield.
As if by some psychic connection, Raegan knew it was her child.
Though she strained to close the gap, her feet felt as though they were cemented to the ground.
She attempted to call out, but her vocal cords were as if sealed shut.
A wave of absolute despair washed over her as she copsed to her knees, inching her way toward the
child.
But the farther she reached, the more distant the child became.
Frozen in her spot, she beseechingly implored the child to stay.
The young figure paused in the limitless white, and through the infinity of snow, Raegan heard a
youthful voice murmur, "Mom...
Mom...” Desperate to reply, Raegan found she still couldn''t utter a word.
Her plea was only a silent scream.
"Please...
don''t go..." She observed the small form recede further into the distance until it was swallowed by the
snowy abyss.
Then the chilling clink of surgical instruments broke through, apanied by distant conversations.
"We can''t save the child.
We need to perform a hysterectomy, then deal with the other injuries..." Frantically, she shook her
head, her silent pleas echoing, "No...
Don''t take my baby away...” But her voice fell on deaf ears.
She felt the icy grip of forceps removing the child from her womb.
Her heart was as if cleaved open by a dull de, as she was ovee by frigid tears.
The nket of snow faded, reced by a shroud of darkness consuming her awareness.
Raegan had beenatose for four days.
Within her dream, she would sometimes mutter iprehensibly, at times feverish, and at others, in
tears.
As Luis ryed the doctor''s diagnosis to Mitchel, thetter''s already fragile heart was freshly wounded.
Mitchel looked as though he had been dealt a crushing blow, his face marked by visible exhaustion.
Noticing his state, Luis hesitated briefly before passing Mitchel the paternity test Raegan had entrusted
him to monitor the essing process before the result came out.
Luis said, "Raegan went through another test.
I''m not sure what''s gone wrong between you two, but I think you should trust her.
This isn''t the sort of thing she would typically do.” Mitchel stared at the test results, revealing a 99.99%
gicpatibility.
His once-steadfast heart felt like it had splintered into fragments in that single moment.
Learningter that the child was indeed his own didn''t surprise him as much as those in words on
the paper had.
What had he been doing all this time! He had questioned her, lost faith in her, confined her, and
demeaned her...
When she needed him most, he had cast her into a pit of despair.
His eyes tinged with a reddish hue, teetering on the edge of tears.
What a bastard he was! In the days that Raegany unconscious, Mitchel found himself sitting alone
on a bench outside the ICU, consumed by guilt every ticking second.
Besides tending to her father, Nicole waited here for the rest of the time.
Observing Mitchel''s depressed face, she couldn''t help but sniff.
Now he wanted to y the loving partner? Where was he when he was needed the most? At this
moment, Matteo approached to update Mitchel, "Mr.
Dixon, Miss Murray has developed an infected wound and a fever.
She''s been asking to see you.” Mitchel parted his lips to speak but was cut off by a snidement.
Nicole, sitting across from Mitchel, remarked sarcastically, "Mr.
Dixon, you better hurry.
If you don''t, your darling might be on the verge of death once again now." Mitchel''s expression turned
icy, deliberately overlooking Nicole.
He directed Matteo, "Send a doctor.
I''m not qualified to help.
And don''t waste your time watching her.
Assign someone else for that.
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Report back with any updates." Matteo nodded, relieved to distance himself from that vtile Lauren.
Because Mitchel hadn''t visited, Lauren''s ward had been a cacophony of breaking objects and flying
pillows.
Now freed from that duty, Matteo''s spirits lifted.
On the afternoon of the fourth day after the operation, Raegan finally regained consciousness.
After a night of monitoring, she was moved to a general ward.
Hearing this, Mitchel''s initial reaction wasn''t to rush to her side.
Instead, he hesitated.
He feared he might not be able to mend what was broken.
Seeing Mitchel’s plight, Luis tried to offer somefort, "Maybe let someone Raegan isfortable
with visit her first.
Give her some time to recuperate before you go in.
She is...” Luis wanted to say Raegan was too fragile for more shocks right now, but the look in Mitchel''s
bloodshot eyes stopped him.
Luis patted Mitchel''s hand.
“Trust me.
Give it a bit more time before you go see her."