Sorry for Your Loss, It's Me, I'm the Loss novel Chapter 944

Noah ran to the operating room door and tried to force his way in.

But the door was locked, and he couldn't get through. Losing control, Noah pounded on the door, shouting, “Stop, please stop! Don't hurt my baby… Cynthia…”

Noah's frantic banging made a huge commotion.

The operating room door finally opened, and a doctor and two nurses emerged.

Noah ignored them, instinctively trying to rush past into the operating room, but the doctor and nurses blocked his path.

“Sir, please calm down.”

“Where's my wife? How are my wife and the baby?” Noah grabbed the doctor, his voice tight with anxiety.

Before the doctor could answer, a nurse came out, supporting Cynthia.

Cynthia was wearing a loose-fitting blue surgical gown that concealed her belly. Her face was deathly pale, completely drained of color.

“Cynthia.” Mr. and Mrs. Scott saw her and immediately rushed over to help.

“Is the surgery over? Was it terribly painful?” Mrs. Scott asked, her eyes welling up with tears.

Cynthia shook her head, but before she could speak, Noah pulled her into a hug.

“Cynthia, why?” he asked, his voice choked with emotion.

Cynthia, however, was unnervingly calm. “I told you, it was either the baby or Nicola. When you left us at the hospital that day, you made your choice.”

“No, Cynthia, let me explain. Nicola was in a car accident…” Noah tried to explain urgently, but Cynthia cut him off.

“It doesn't matter anymore, Noah,” Cynthia said.

Noah's eyes were red, his voice hoarse and cracking. “The baby… was it a boy or a girl?”

“Noah, I can't breathe. Can you please let me go?” Cynthia said weakly.

“Didn't you hear the doctor? Cynthia has a fever. Take her back to her room,” Mrs. Scott said.

Noah immediately swept Cynthia into his arms, carried her into the elevator, and all the way back to her hospital room.

Cynthia looked exhausted, lying pale on the hospital bed.

“Are you hungry? I brought back some breakfast. You should eat something,” Noah asked gently.

“I don't have an appetite right now. I'm tired. I want to rest,” Cynthia replied, wearily closing her eyes.

Noah remained by her bedside, watching over her and their child.

Although the termination hadn't happened, Cynthia had rescheduled it for the following week. Clearly, she hadn't given up on the divorce, nor on her decision to end the pregnancy.