My voice came out flat and cold. "It's nothing. I stepped on some broken glass."
Only then did he notice the shards scattered across the floor and the blood still trickling down my shin.
Before I could say another word, he scooped me up and carried me to the car, calling ahead to put every doctor in the city on standby.
"I'm sorry, baby. I shouldn't have left you alone like that. That's on me. I'm taking you to the hospital right now."
I told him clearly it wasn't serious, but Frederick insisted on running every test imaginable.
"If anything happened to you, I wouldn't know how to go on. I promised I'd take care of you for the rest of your life."
He didn't leave my side for a single second, and only exhaled when every last result came back.
All the other markers were normal, but one line was flagged in bold: acute emotional distress and depression.
Frederick panicked. His only worry was that it might affect the baby's health.
He assumed it was pregnancy hormones. To keep me calm and protect the baby, he suggested taking me to a gala at Greystone Winery.