Outside the ward, I sat silently on the bench, exhaustion slowly settling into my bones.
Not long after, Maria arrived carrying breakfast and a few necessities.
"Good morning, sir," she greeted carefully.
I gave a slight nod.
Her gaze shifted nervously toward the hospital room before returning to me.
"How is Madam Alicia?" she asked hesitantly. "And... the baby?"
"They’re both fine," I replied quietly. "There’s nothing to worry about."
Maria visibly relaxed.
"You can go inside," I added. "Just make sure she eats something."
"Yes, sir."
Maria pushed open the ward door and entered.
She didn’t close it completely.
From where I sat, I could see part of the room through the small gap.
Maria placed the breakfast containers carefully on the table beside the bed before sitting near Alicia.
Then She spoke softly to her.
A few quiet words were exchanged.
Then Maria opened the food containers, trying gently to persuade her.
But after a while, Alicia only turned her face away again and closed her eyes.
Maria sat there helplessly for a moment before finally walking back outside.
"Sir..." she said carefully. "Madam Alicia refused to eat."
My brows furrowed instantly.
Alicia had barely eaten these past few days already.
And now this.
A faint irritation rose in my chest, mixed with helplessness.
Even if she didn’t care about herself right now
she should at least think about the baby.
I stood outside the room for a while before finally deciding to get the doctor.
Maybe if he explained things to her properly, she would calm down enough to eat something.
Maria remained seated by the door while I walked away.
A moment later, I returned with the doctor.
I stopped at the entrance instinctively, but he motioned for me to follow him inside.
After a brief hesitation, I stepped into the room and walked over to Alicia’s bedside.
Seeing the doctor, she didn’t close her eyes again, though she completely ignored my presence.
"How are you feeling, Mrs. Blackwood?" the doctor asked gently.
"Don’t call me Mrs. Blackwood," Alicia replied calmly.
The doctor glanced at me briefly before correcting himself smoothly.
"Alright then... how are you feeling, Mrs. Alicia?"
She stayed silent for a moment before answering quietly, "I’m fine. Just a little headache and exhaustion."
He nodded and jotted something down.
"The headache is most likely from exhaustion. As long as you rest properly and take your medications on time, it should improve soon."
Alicia didn’t respond.
The doctor’s gaze shifted toward the untouched food containers beside the bed.
"I’ll prescribe some additional medication for the exhaustion," he continued carefully, "but before taking it, you need to eat something."
"I’m not hungry," Alicia said flatly.
"This isn’t about hunger, Mrs. Alicia," the doctor explained patiently. "What happened yesterday was most likely caused by stress, emotional instability, and not eating properly. Although nothing serious happened this time, we still need to avoid a repeat situation."
At his words, Alicia’s gaze slowly lowered toward her stomach.
A flicker of guilt passed through her eyes.
"So the pain yesterday..." she asked quietly, "...was because of stress?"
The doctor paused briefly before his expression softened.
"Actually... part of what you felt was likely the baby moving for the first time."

And now it suddenly happened—

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