The Billionaire's Insignificant Wife novel Chapter 164

Forced Agreement

Ms. Fontaine and Dr. Halvorsen exited Alina’s room. Their faces showed controlled professionalism but there was tension behind those expressions.

They had finished the examination and made their decision.

Now they had to face the hardest part–telling Daniel Blackwood that his wife needed immediate medical intervention.

Mr. Harris waited at the foot of the stairs in a formal posture.

“Mr. Blackwood is in his study,” he said in a neutral voice. “He asked that you meet him there after you finish.”

“Thank you,” Ms. Fontaine answered professionally.

They followed Mr. Harris down the long corridor to the study in the east wing of the house.

A large wooden door with intricate carvings.

Mr. Harris knocked gently.

“Come in,” Daniel’s voice came from inside–calm and controlled.

Mr. Harris opened the door and stepped aside, allowing Ms. Fontaine and Dr. Halvorsen to enter.

The study was spacious and impressive–floor–to–ceiling bookshelves, a large mahogany desk, tall windows overlooking the back garden.

Daniel stood behind his desk in a perfect suit and an attentive expression–like a man deeply concerned about the wife he loved.

“Ms. Fontaine, Dr. Halvorsen,” he greeted while gesturing to two chairs in front of the desk. “Please sit. What is your assessment? Is my wife alright?”

Ms. Fontaine and Dr. Halvorsen sat with straight, professional postures.

Ms. Fontaine opened her notebook with slow movements–giving herself time to choose her words carefully.

“Mr. Blackwood,” she said in a serious tone. “We have completed an initial assessment of Mrs. Alina. And I must say frankly- we are very concerned about her condition.”

Daniel’s eyebrow raised slightly–an expression showing deep concern.

“Concerned how?” he asked in an attentive voice. “Is there something wrong with the pregnancy and baby?”

Dr. Halvorsen spoke in a calm but firm voice.

“Mr. Blackwood, your wife is suffering from severe malnutrition,” she said directly. “Her blood pressure is very low–ninety over fifty–eight. Her tongue shows signs of prolonged nutritional deficiency. The tremor in her hands, the extreme weight loss, the inability to eat or keep food down–all of these are indicators that her body is in crisis.”

She paused, letting the information sink in.

“And most concerning,” she continued in a more serious tone, “this condition is not only dangerous for Mrs. Alina. It’s lite threatening for her baby.”

Daniel’s face showed shock that appeared genuine.

“But Dr. Ross has been providing IV nutrition regularly,” he said with a voice that rose slightly–like a man trying to understand something that didn’t make sense. “He said that Alina and the baby were getting what they needed. That her condition was stable.”

“IV nutrition is a temporary measure,” Dr. Halvorsen answered firmly. “It’s meant to supplement oral intake, not replace it

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entirely. And from what I observed, Mrs. Alina needs more than just vitamins and fluids. She needs comprehensive medical intervention.”

Ms. Fontaine leaned forward slightly, her voice becoming more direct.

“Mr. Blackwood, we recommend that Mrs. Alina be hospitalized immediately,” she said clearly. “Today. For emergency medical care and further evaluation.”

Daniel’s expression changed.

The genuine concern shifted to something harder to read–something between shock and denial.

“Hospital?” he repeated in a controlled voice but with tension behind it. “I’m not sure that’s necessary. Alina can get the care she needs at home. Dr. Ross is very competent and-”

“With all due respect, Mr. Blackwood,” Dr. Halvorsen interrupted in a tone that left no room for debate, “Dr. Ross is clearly not handling this situation adequately. Mrs. Alina’s condition has deteriorated to a critical point. She needs 24/7 monitoring, total parenteral nutrition adjusted for pregnancy, and possibly psychiatric intervention to address the trauma she is clearly experiencing.”

Daniel stood with a sudden movement–not aggressive, but definitive.

“I disagree,” he said in a firm voice. “My wife is already very stressed. Moving her to a hospital–to an unfamiliar and

uncomfortable environment–will only worsen her condition. She needs peace, the comfort of her own home, my presence to-

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“Mr. Blackwood.”

Ms. Fontaine’s voice cut through with a sharpness that couldn’t be ignored.

She stood as well, looking at Daniel with very serious eyes.

“With all due respect,” she said in a professional tone but with a subtle threat behind it, “Mrs. Alina’s condition does not allow for home care. Not anymore. This isn’t about comfort or preference. This is about saving her life. And her baby’s life.”

She paused, letting those words hang in the air.

“If you refuse our recommendation for hospitalization, we will be forced to note that refusal in our report to the court,” she continued in a very calm voice but carrying weight. “And we will recommend emergency intervention regardless of your consent. Because at this point, Mr. Blackwood, we believe that Mrs. Alina is in immediate danger.”

Daniel’s eyes narrowed slightly.

He wasn’t stupid.

He could guess what they really wanted behind those professional words.

They suspected something.

They thought he was the problem.

And if he refused–if he appeared too protective, too controlling, too reluctant to let Alina get independent medical care–it would only confirm their suspicions.

Daniel was trapped.

He took a deep breath, trying to control the anger beginning to boil.

“Of course,” he finally said while sitting back down with slow, controlled movements. “If you believe it’s necessary for Alina and the baby’s health, then I will agree to hospitalization.”

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Daniel looked at them with cold eyes even though a smile remained on his lips.

“But I want to make sure she gets the best care. I will choose the best hospital.”

Dr. Halvorsen answered without hesitation.

“I’m sorry Mr. Blackwood, because this is a court–supervised case, Mrs. Alina must be treated at a facility recommended by the court,” she said firmly. “St. Catherine’s Medical Center has an excellent maternal–child unit with specialists in high–risk pregnancies. We’ve already contacted them and they’re ready to receive Mrs. Alina this afternoon.”

Daniel felt his jaw tighten.

St. Catherine’s.

A hospital he didn’t control.

A hospital where he had no direct connections.

A hospital where Alina would be beyond his reach.

“St. Catherine’s,” Daniel repeated in a flat tone. “I see.”

“The ambulance will arrive in one hour,” Ms. Fontaine continued while looking at her watch. “We will help Mrs. Alina prepare. And we will accompany her to the hospital to ensure the transition goes smoothly.”

She looked at Daniel with unblinking eyes.

“Of course, you are welcome to visit your wife at the hospital. But we must inform you that during hospitalization, Mrs. Alina will have access to independent counselors and social workers who will help ensure her wellbeing.”

The message behind those words was clear.

She wouldn’t be alone anymore.

She wouldn’t be isolated anymore.

And Daniel wouldn’t be able to control who spoke with her.

“I understand,” Daniel said in a very controlled voice–too calm for someone suppressing anger. “Is there anything else I need

to know?”

“We will submit our initial report to Judge Hartford in two days,” Ms. Fontaine answered. “And we will continue monitoring Mrs. Alina’s situation while she’s in the hospital. Our complete evaluation will be finished in five days as ordered by the court.”

She closed her notebook with a final sound.

“Thank you for your cooperation, Mr. Blackwood.”

They stood and walked to the door.

Daniel remained seated behind his desk–hands clasped on the wooden surface with tight control.

“Ms. Fontaine, Dr. Halvorsen,” he called before they left.

They turned.

“I hope you provide the best assessment,” he said in a soft voice but with something dark behind it, “I love my wite very much. And whatever you do, if it hurts her then I won’t hesitate to file a lawsuit.”

Ms. Fontaine looked at Daniel with an unreadable expression. Aware of the hidden threat in Daniel’s sentence.

“We’ll note that, Mr. Blackwood,” she said neutrally. “Excuse us.”

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Ms. Fontaine and Dr. Halvorsen left. Leaving Daniel sitting alone in the silent study.

For several moments, Daniel didn’t move. Then his hand moved to the phone on the desk.

Daniel pressed a number with quick, firm movements.

Marcus answered after the second ring.

“Sir?”

“Marcus,” Daniel said in a cold, controlled voice, “have you found anything about Claire Fontaine and Ingrid Halvorsen?”

He had asked Marcus to investigate both professionals more deeply to find weaknesses, scandals, anything that could be used to attack if they became too confrontational.

“I’ve done a thorough check, Sir,” Marcus answered in a careful voice. “Both are very clean. No financial scandals, no recorded ethical issues, no connections that could be compromised.”

Daniel felt sharp frustration.

“Nothing at all?” he asked in a slightly rising tone.

“Almost nothing,” Marcus answered. “But… there’s one thing that might be usable.”

“What?”

“Dr. Halvorsen was involved in a case five years ago,” Marcus said while reading from his notes. “A single mother she evaluated. Dr. Halvorsen recommended that the children be removed from the environment because she believed there was abuse. But further investigation found that some of the ‘evidence‘ she relied on turned out to be mistaken. The children were eventually returned to their mother, but the mother filed a formal complaint against Dr. Halvorsen for causing unnecessary

trauma.”

Daniel smiled thinly–a smile that didn’t reach his eyes.

“The complaint was closed,” Marcus continued, “because it was deemed unfounded. Dr. Halvorsen followed proper protocol and acted in good faith. But the mother–her name is Lisa Brennan–was very angry. She felt Dr. Halvorsen destroyed her life without sufficient reason.”

“Lisa Brennan,” Daniel repeated in a calculating voice. “Where is she now?”

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