The doctor paused.
"Has she been engaging in conversations? Going out? Doing anything she enjoys?"
I fell silent.
The truth was...
I didn’t know.
I didn’t really know what Alicia enjoyed. At that moment
guilt struck me really hard.
I didn’t even know her preferences.
Though had I tried a few things in the last few days.
I had tried taking her out.
Suggested going for walks.
Asked if she wanted to watch movies.
Tried talking about the baby.
Tried talking about names.
But every conversation ended after a few words.
Every attempt felt like throwing a stone into a bottomless lake.
Except when she’d engage a little, if it was about the baby.
Eventually, I answered honestly.
"I’ve tried. She doesn’t seem interested in anything."
The doctor sighed again.
"Then her emotional condition is worse than I thought."
After ending the call, I immediately contacted Jane and instructed her to find the best therapist available.
Once the arrangements were made, I lowered my phone and stood there alone in the hallway.
The villa was quiet.
The doctor’s words continued echoing in my mind.
Eating disorder.
Psychological pressure.
Emotional distress.
Slowly, memories of the past few days resurfaced.
Alicia forcing herself to eat after every reminder about the baby.
Alicia pushing food around her plate.
Alicia taking only a few bites before stopping.
Alicia throwing up yet trying to continue eating.
Then suddenly it hit me.
She wasn’t eating because she wanted to.
She wasn’t eating because she was recovering.
She was forcing herself.
For the baby.
The realization struck me harder than I expected.
Even after losing Nana.
Even while blaming herself.
Even while drowning in grief.
She was still trying to protect our child.
Meanwhile, I had foolishly assumed she was gradually getting better.
A bitter smile appeared on my lips.
I had spent all this time worrying about her refusing food.
But I never realized she had been fighting herself every single day just to swallow a few bites.
My gaze drifted toward the closed bedroom door.
At that moment, the distance between us felt greater than ever.
Because while I was trying to find ways to help her...
Alicia was carrying all her pain alone.
The realization left a bitter taste in my mouth.
I walked back to the bedroom and quietly pushed the door open.
Alicia was lying on the bed motionless, her back facing the door.
She looked so small.
So distant.
A thought suddenly crossed my mind.
I stood there silently, considering it.
After what felt like forever, I made up my mind.
Quietly closing the door again, I dialed a number.
"Hello?"
Aiden’s voice came through the receiver.
"It’s me."
There was a brief pause.
"Mr. Blackwood?"
His surprise was obvious.
"Alicia has been detached lately. It’s affecting her ability to eat."
I leaned against the wall.
"Can you come talk to her?"
I remembered how comfortable Alicia always seemed around him.
The day she discovered the scandal with Lilian.
The day she slapped me at the hospital.
The day she left furious.
Yet after spending time with Aiden, she had returned calmer.
Happier.
A silence followed.
Then Aiden’s voice turned cold.
"What did you do this time, Alexander?"
My grip tightened around the phone.
"I thought she is pregnant with your child."
His tone grew sharper.
"And you still won’t give her a break?"

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