Looking at him like this, I decided not to mention this pregnancy now.
I just dropped my head as I silently put away the ultrasound report into my pocket.
However, as he passed by me, I smelt a usual gardenia fragrant from him. Max had never used any floral perfume before. That scent was mixed with the smell of the hospital's disinfectant.
Then when the realization hit me, my heart clenched with devastation.
He had gone to the hospital again, to see his cancer-ridden ex.
Part 2
I opened my social media feed. Just as I suspected, his "first love" had posted the new update.
Her caption read, "Today, I got another critical condition notice. I really think this is the end for me."
Then she posted a picture of her wearing a hospital gown while nestling in the arms of a man.
Although the man's face was not visible, I knew right away that it was Max.
I knew that because he was wearing the same clothes that he wore today. The same clothes that I had given him as a Valentine's gift.
I finally realized that the reason for his depression was Leanne Green. He was worried about his first love's condition.