My Billionaire Ex-Husband Chase Me Back (Mia and Kyle) novel Chapter 416

Tristan clearly looked unsatisfied with Carlos’ initial diagnosis.

Seeing Tristan’s expression, Carlos continued, "Tristan, don’t worry. I will stay here for a while to see how the medicine reacts. If her fever spikes again within the next hour, I will give her a stronger dose and use IV for a more effective result. Now, I will take some of her blood for the lab. Just a little blood would do."

"I see. Okay, would you mind coming to sit down with me before you take my wife’s blood?" Tristan asked in an instructive tone. He’s clearly not waiting for Carlos’s answer as he immediately walks to the room’s corner.

Carlos stared at Tristan for a while, waiting for him to look calmer before expressing his curiosity.

"Tristan, my good friend, since when did you marry again? If you had invited me, I would surely come. May I know why you didn’t invite me to your second marriage?" Carlos felt hurt knowing his friend didn’t involve him. Again!

Tristan sighed deeply before answering, "I never remarried or married again. I only married once, and I never got a divorce, buddy."

"You, you... what?" Carlos stammered in shock upon hearing his words. "So, are you saying she is the same woman...?" he asked.

"Yes. I’m sorry I’ve been a bad friend by lying to you when I told you I was a divorcee. I was still married when you and I met, and here is my wife. We never divorced, just separated for a few years." Then, Tristan briefly explained their separation due to his parents but didn’t share further details.

"I see. No need to apologize, buddy. I get why you have to do it." Carlos nodded, understanding his friend’s situation. "So, when did you reunite with your wife?" he asked curiously.

"Early this year."

Carlos smiled and said, "Oh, no wonder I never heard of you since then. You’ve been very busy, my friend. Well, I’m glad you finally reunited. And one more thing, I think congratulating you would be in order, my friend, but not for reuniting with your beloved wife. But because your wife might be pregnant.

I saw all the physical symptoms of early pregnancy, but I will be more firm once we check her blood."

Tristan took a moment to comprehend what Carlos was saying. When he did, his eyes widened as he stared back at Carlos.

His voice trembled as he asked, "Carlos, can you repeat what you just said?"

Seeing Tristan’s tense and serious expression made Carlos worry. He might have given Tristan false hopes.

Carlos cleared his throat and said, "Tristan, as I mentioned, your wife has all the early pregnancy symptoms. Uhm, to reconfirm it, I need to do more tests. I mean, sometimes, in a rare case, the symptoms could be for something else. So, for now, no guarantee."

Tristan’s expression slowly turns gloomy.

"But, as my years of medical expertise and practice have taught me, what your wife has are the most common symptoms of early pregnancy. So, congratulations are in order, but give me more time to reconfirm it." Carlos continues.

"Bella, my wife, please don’t be sick..." whispered Tristan. With his other hand, he smoothed the messy hair on her forehead, but before he could do so, a smile slowly appeared on his lips when he saw a streak of sweat on her forehead.

Finally, Tristan could calm down, even though only a bit, knowing the medicine was working. Bella’s fever was starting to break.

Tristan let her sleep a little longer, not daring to move. He took out his phone and exchanged messages with Carlos, reporting to him about his wife’s progress.

***

A few hours later,

Bella slowly opened her eyes. The room was so bright that it blinded her.

After adjusting to the light, Bella felt her whole body sweat-soaked. She immediately raised her hand to check her temperature, but her hand stopped mid-air when she saw the IV line.

Turning her head to the side, she was shocked to see the IV pole on the side of the bed, with two IV fluids hanging, both half-empty.

’When did they put this thing in!? Why don’t I remember anything?’ Bella thought while looking at her hand.