It was only after Lydia came to her senses that she realized she had unconsciously walked toward the window. Her hospital room was on the seventh floor, and the window had no safety bars.
Anyone who leaned out too far, with the wrong kind of thoughts, could easily fall to their death. She had unknowingly wandered right up to the edge of something irreversible.
But Lydia still felt nothing.
There was no fear, no panic, no relief.
Just emptiness.
She couldn’t even remember what she had been thinking or why she had walked to the window in the first place.
Quincy opened his mouth as if to say something but hesitated, swallowing his words. Instead, he offered, “Are you hungry?”
“I brought your favorite chicken soup from the restaurant you love, and some soy milk. Try it, see if it still tastes the same.”
The aroma of the chicken soup filled the room, steam rising from the bowl. Lydia used to love it. Quincy still remembered, even after all this time.
She quietly ate while Quincy slipped out to speak with the doctor. His brows furrowed deeply as he explained what he had just witnessed. Lydia seemed so distant and disconnected.
The doctor’s expression was grave as he listened. “That’s exactly what I was about to discuss with you. Your wife may be experiencing depression.”
“Depression?” Quincy echoed, stunned.
“Yes, it’s not uncommon, especially in women who have been through childbirth or have experienced pregnancy loss. We often see prenatal depression, and postpartum depression. In Lydia’s case, losing the baby could have triggered a depressive episode.”
Softening his tone, he said, “You’ve hardly eaten anything. Please try to have a little more. You need to regain your strength.”
“I’m not hungry,” Lydia murmured, shaking her head.
Her pale face and pained expression showed she wasn’t lying, and Quincy sighed. He didn’t want to push her too hard. “Alright,” he relented. “I’ll give you my assistant’s number. If you get hungry later, you can call him, and he’ll bring you whatever you need.”
Since starting his own company, Quincy had hired a personal assistant to help with his busy schedule. Initially, he wanted someone to care for Lydia during her hospital stay, but when Mrs. Lucy had to take leave, he decided to rely on his assistant instead.
Lydia’s lashes fluttered slightly as she glanced at Quincy. Their eyes met for a moment, but she remained silent, saying nothing.
As evening approached, Quincy checked the time. Remembering his prior agreement with his mother, his expression darkened.
Comments
The readers' comments on the novel: CEO's Tears Over Pregnancy Test Discovery
This author is seriously bored. Too many stories within the story. Start another book already! 👎...
i dont wanna read anymore its frustrating 🤣🤣🤣 why arent they reconcile so soon there's a lot of upcoming problem they encountered arrrgggg i am very unhappy with them both.. they are both stupid My God HAHAHA 🤣🤣🤣...
Can you add more chapters per day please...
Don't tell me 🤯 Is Nina pharaoh's daughter?...
Meanwhile why is Nina playing hard to get? What else does she want from the man? I bet if Nash ever declares to kove the baby unconditionally she might soften up but lady just spill the secret he would be overjoyed!...
I see you increased the number of chapters per day by 2, but please can we have like 20 chapters per day? 7 chapters is too little, the suspense is just crazy...
Man forget Nina. Bring Nash to me. I'll be more than willing to be with such a handsome and rich++ husband. 😘😘...
Oh god. EVERYTIME every freaking time Nash and Nina are on the edge to reconcile there's a third party. And Miranda!! Oh my God. I think the story is useless now. How come there's so much villain in their life. Gosh?!...
Author just please give us the happy ending... We know really crave happy ending!!!! Pleaseeeeeeeee...
I can't anymore, this story drains me😭😭😭...