I only caught parts of what he said, yet my mind felt strangely clear.
“The baby’s father…” the doctor hesitated.
I cut him off. “Don’t inform Zion.”
In that second, my tone was so calm that even I felt startled.
The doctor paused, then nodded.
When they pushed the baby out, I stared at the door until it shut before finally closing my eyes.
Not long after, the ward door swung open.
Zion stepped in, his expression terrible, his face cold, several people behind him.
He didn’t even look at me. He marched straight to the bed, his voice full of anger.
“Are you happy now?!”
I lay under the heavy covers, my body so weak that even lifting my eyelids took effort, yet his words froze me.
“Natalie, must you really push things to this point?”
Zion coldly laughed. “Last night during the livestream, she was surrounded by a bunch of haters, yelling at her nonstop, calling her a mistress, saying she’s carrying a child she shouldn’t have. She held it in alone, held it in until she broke down, and almost drowned herself in the bathtub.”
“Those haters, you sent them, right? Just because I didn’t answer your call? Isn’t that going too far?!”