Ran Away Pregnant Came Back Alpha Heiress (Amelia and Damien) novel Chapter 275

**Night Whispers Forgotten Names – Colin Shah 275**

**Chapter 275**

“That guy is such an ass,” he remarked bluntly, his words slicing through the tension that had been thick in the air like a knife.

I couldn’t help but chuckle at his candidness. It was refreshing, almost like a breath of fresh air after being trapped in a stuffy room for too long.

In that fleeting moment, a warmth spread through me, a sense of closeness that I hadn’t felt in ages—months, perhaps even years. It was as if a chasm between us had suddenly narrowed, and I could see him more clearly than I had in a long while.

Relief washed over me as I realized he was finally beginning to understand my perspective, that he was open to hearing my thoughts and feelings. This newfound openness sparked a flicker of hope within me, a belief that maybe, just maybe, he wouldn’t be so overbearing anymore.

With a bright smile illuminating his face, he said, “Come on, I’ll drive you to the hospital.”

“To the hospital?” I echoed, a hint of confusion lacing my voice.

His smile widened, lighting up his features even more. “You want to start your apprenticeship, right? Let’s not waste any time; let’s go talk to Dr. Wyatt about getting that started right away.”

Overwhelmed with excitement, I threw my arms around him in a tight embrace. “Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!” The words spilled out of me, a cascade of gratitude. I had intended to pursue this path regardless, but having his unwavering support made everything feel so much easier. I was tired of hiding my aspirations from him.

“Anything to make you happy,” he replied, his tone sincere, and I couldn’t help but hope he truly meant it.

**Damien’s POV**

After a week of settling back into our routine at home, I decided it was time to take Stacy for a check-up at the local hospital. However, upon our arrival, it was clear that the healers were in a state of disarray. They rushed around, their faces tight with concern, and I felt a knot of apprehension tighten in my stomach.

Eventually, we were ushered into a small examination room, where a senior healer entered, her expression serious as she glanced over Stacy’s chart.

“What is it?” I demanded, my voice steady but laced with urgency. If something was amiss, I needed to know immediately. The suspense was unbearable.

“I’m sorry, Alpha,” she began, her brow furrowing deeper. “Childcare is not my specialty, and what Stacy is suffering from is a very rare condition. I’m not entirely familiar with the effects or the treatments.”

So she was admitting her limitations? My frustration bubbled beneath the surface. “Where is the healer who specializes in childcare?”

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