"Mr. Winthrop, are you there? You seem lost," the doctor snapped him out of his thoughts. "Both mother and baby are fine; it's just that the accident was severe. She was hit really hard, and if not careful, this might affect her during childbirth. This should serve as a lesson, Mr. Winthrop. Take care of your pregnant wife to avoid further complications. She shouldn't be allowed to do any hard work or anything stressful," the doctor told him.
"Thank you, doctor." He stretched out his hand for a handshake, which the doctor accepted, smiling.
Adams sat on the chair beside the bed, staring at her face. He held her hands, caressing them. "I'm sorry this has to happen to you. It's my fault you almost lost your life and that of our baby. If I hadn't said those mean words yesterday, then you wouldn't be here," he muttered sadly.
Anna slowly opened her eyes, looking around. The first person she saw forced her to close them again; she wasn't ready to see him, not after all the mean things he did to her. "You awake? Thank God!" He smiled, trying to touch her hair, but she gave him a glare indicating he shouldn't touch her. Nevertheless, he went ahead and touched her. "Don't touch me," she warned strictly.
He smiled, then withdrew his hands. He'd actually expected her to react more than this. "I love it when you yell at me; do it more often," she chuckled. "What are you doing here?" She asked, earning a scoff. "Can't I be here? Since when did it become a crime to visit my fiancé and my unborn baby?" "What if I don't want to see you? Just go; go back to Vivian. My baby and I are better off without you!" Anna turned her back on him.
"Oh... You mean the cook? Come on, I only helped her to her room, nothing else." "I didn't ask you to explain. Just leave; we will be fine." Adams, seeing she's pissed with his presence and would stop at nothing to chase him out of the room, finally left.
Anna's gaze turned to the door after he left. She felt bad chasing him out, but he deserved it anyway. "I only said those words, and he walked away. I know he's only concerned about his baby and not me," Anna muttered sadly. He should have persisted; he should have stayed back and begged more; he shouldn't have left.
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"Sir, here's the name of the person that brought her in last night. She claimed she met her lying unconscious on the road, but she was fast enough to capture the plate number of the car that knocked her down," his aide told him, handing back the documents to him. "Did she leave her address?" The guy muttered a 'Yes' and then showed it to him. "How about we pay her a visit to know who dared hit and then left her there to face her fate?" "Sir, what about your fiancé? Are you leaving her here alone?" "I'm leaving with only five of you; the rest should stay back and keep watch over her. Make sure one of you follows the nurse inside any time they want to go in. Make sure nothing goes wrong. Hope I made myself clear?" "Yes, boss!" They equally responded.
The nurse had earlier told him she's resting and that the injection would fade off after two hours so she could have enough rest; he would be back by then.
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"What? How did it happen? Is she okay? How is the baby? Which hospital?" Adams' mom bombarded her husband with questions, not sparing him the time to answer a single one. Tricia, who was also present, turned her attention to them. "Calm down; she's fine and so is the baby, just some minor injuries." Adams' mom sighed, patting her racing chest. "What exactly happened?" She questioned, further increasing Tricia's curiosity. "She got into an accident last night," the old man replied brusquely. Obviously, he wasn't willing to tell her in detail, but she's not convinced with the response he's giving her. She deserves to know everything that happened to her soon-to-be daughter-in-law. "Car accident? How come? Why did Adams let her drive?" she asked further, getting the old man pissed off. This was more like an interview. "She wasn't driving; she'd gone out to receive some fresh air when suddenly a car from nowhere knocked her down."
Immediately he said those words, Tricia choked on her drink. In as much as she does not want to suspect her mom, she has to accept the truth that she's responsible. This whole thing is her mom's doing, and she just has to pray her mom doesn't get caught, that's if Adams would let it slide.
The old man prayed silently she wouldn't ask further questions, but as expected, she asked again, "Where was Adams then?" The old man balled his fist. "Just stop already! Go there and ask him yourself! I'm tired," the old man chided angrily, then stormed out of the sitting room, leaving just her and Tricia.
She turned to Tricia, only to see her looking at her. She frowned at her. "You should be happy; you all wanted this, right?" she blurted, then walked out as well. "What did I do wrong?" Tricia muttered sadly.
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"Boss, here, that house over there," the driver told him.
Even a blind man could tell the person was not someone small; the building says it all. The building is as big as his mansion; a poor man can't afford such.
He stepped out of the car, looking around. Somehow, something in him kept telling him finding this person would not favor him, but he still insisted on going in.
He reluctantly knocked on the door, and almost immediately, a maid opened it. "Come in, sir'' Why was she asking him to come in without asking his name? He was getting suspicious.
"Long time no see, cutie..." A voice spoke from inside. That voice—a voice he would recognize anywhere. "Clara??" he managed to speak.