As soon as Angel returned from the hospital, she went straight to her room and remained absent from the rest of the house for the entire day.
As evening fell, Tryson instructed Karina, the chief maid of the household, to deliver Angel's meal.
However, Angel continuously refused to accept the food, remaining silent and keeping her door shut.
Soon after, Tryson found himself outside her door, knocking, having been updated by Karina about Angel's unwillingness to eat.
Karina and a few maids stood by with a cart carrying Angel's meal, waiting quietly as they observed their boss knocking at Angel's door.
"Angel, please open up. You need the energy for both you and the baby," Tryson said casually, his words causing the maids to gasp softly in surprise.
The announcement of Angel's pregnancy was thrilling, but the eavesdroppers realized they had to keep it under wraps to avoid losing their jobs—at least until the timing was perfect for sharing the news.
"Angel," Tryson called out, but the room remained silent.
Tryson was starting to get anxious. "Where's the house key?" he asked Karina.
"Ah, yes, sir, it's right here," Karina replied, instructing one of the maids to fetch it. Shortly after, Tryson received the key.
As soon as he stepped into the room, he saw Angel lying on the edge of the bed, her hair spread out across it. She appeared pale and confused.
"Angel," Tryson said anxiously, approaching her. Her skin was hot to the touch, and she looked both dizzy and unwell.
Angel groaned in agony yet rested her head on the bed.
"Karina, please grab a towel and contact the doctor right away," he instructed, his voice laced with urgency as she promptly followed his directions.
"Angel, are you okay?" Tryson inquired, making an attempt to reach out to her, but before his hand could make contact, she forcefully pushed it away.
"Don't you dare touch me," Angel warned, her voice strained with pain even as she battled her sickness.
The maids promptly appeared, bringing with them a basin of warm water and a soft towel.
They gently assisted Angel in getting comfortable on the bed, ensuring she was lying correctly, before they started to gently dab the towel over her skin.
Tryson stood there, unable to tear his eyes away as she lay on the bed.
A deep sense of guilt washed over him, and he chastised himself for being accountable for her current condition.
At the exact moment the event unfolded, Tryson turned his head and noticed one of Moore's associates entering the room.
This woman had arrived to represent Moore, as he was occupied with some obligations at the hospital.
After a brief pause, the doctor assessed Angel's condition and subsequently set aside her medical tools to inform Tryson of the situation.
"Her symptoms were solely due to her pregnancy, yet from my observation, her energy levels are extremely low. This is particularly concerning, especially considering that she is in her first trimester. It is important to ensure she gets some nourishment."
"No, I'm fine," Angel growled.
"You know, doctor, perhaps you could persuade her to eat, because she won't pay any attention to me if I try to suggest she eat," Tryson said, his eyes fixed on Angel.
"I'm not going to do whatever he says," Angel growled, her voice full of pain.
"Well, ma'am, it's important for you to eat for the sake of your baby."
"Neither my baby nor I will be touching his food. Moreover, what if he tries to poison me to harm my unborn child? "
The moment Angel uttered those words, all eyes in the room turned towards Tryson, their expressions unmistakably filled with shock.
"Actually, ma'am. I was the person who prepared the meal, and you can trust me when I tell you that Mr. Tryson had no knowledge whatsoever about the dishes that were served to you."
Krina interjected, with the hope that her words would persuade Angel and alleviate any doubts she might have.
After some time, Angel at last decided to eat her meal.
Tryson found himself unable to look away from her.
He was well aware that she was dealing with the overwhelming events that had taken place in recent days, yet he was determined to ensure that she was truly alright.
Regardless of the circumstances.
*
The following morning, Angel's vehicle was honking its horn outside the gates of Tryon's villa as she attempted to leave the house, but she wasn't granted permission to go.
She was furious with the gatekeepers' reluctance to let her leave the premises, prompting her to exit the car and demand, "Why on earth won't you open the gate for me?"
She confronted a gatekeeper who emerged from his station with an apologetic expression.
"I'm sorry, ma'am, but Mr. Tryson has instructed us to ensure you don't leave the house until you receive his permission," Angel was taken aback.
"What? Are you looking to get fired?" Angel remarked irritably.
"No, ma'am, and that's precisely why we're doing this," the man responded, seeing no other choice.
"Why don't you just listen to him and come inside," Angel heard Tryson say as she turned around to see him standing there with his arms crossed.
"Seriously, Tryson? You can't just keep me in your house like I'm your prisoner. I have my rights, you know."
"Didn't I tell you to quit that company yesterday?"
"You're kidding, right?" Angel replied in disbelief.
"As you can see, I'm not kidding," Tryson stated firmly.
Angel's mouth dropped open in shock.
"Angel, you saw what happened to you last night, and you still want to return to work despite your health?"
"You don't get to decide how I live my life. I'm the one who is carrying this baby."
"But to let you down, Angel, you're at my place, so if you don't want to worsen your health by yelling about things you can't change, just get in my car so you can come with me to the house."
Angel glared at him, seething with rage. There was no way she would quit her job just because of him.
"I'm not going with you."