I left the banquet and took a taxi to the hospital. On the way, I received a message from a friend. He was one of the judges for the competition.
"Samantha, what is going on? Shane had just called and withdrew your reward!" he asked.
I turned off my phone and closed my eyes in exhaustion.
Right at the entrance of the hospital building, I bumped into a doctor from the obstetrician and gynecologist department. He asked, "Miss Jenkins, what brings you to the hospital? Are you feeling unwell?"
I shook my head, trying to smile, but the motion pulled at the cut on my cheek.
You need to take care of yourself because you have a weak body. No stress, no late nights, okay?" he advised.
Just then, a commotion erupted nearby. I looked up and saw Shane anxiously dragging an emergency doctor over to check on Clara.
"I understand," I muttered.
“Where's the father? I still have some precautions to explain to him!” he inquired.
I instinctively touched my lower abdomen and glanced toward Shane, who was holding Clara so tenderly. A bitter smile curled my lips and I said hesitantly, "The child had no father. I'll give birth to it alone."