The Officer's Runaway Wife & Secret Son novel Chapter 117

The ER at Brighton General.

By the time Clara was wheeled in, her consciousness was fading.

"Save the pregnancy!"

"BP 80 over 50, heart rate 110. Establish IV access!"

"Prep progesterone. Page the Chief of OB-GYN!"

Through the haze, Clara only caught the phrase "save the pregnancy."

Save the pregnancy?

She was pregnant?

"Doctor..." Clara parted her lips. "The... the baby..."

A hand gripped her wrist, careful to avoid the IV needle.

Noah was wearing a mask, revealing only his eyes.

He leaned down and whispered into her ear, "Don't talk. Save your strength. It's a threatened miscarriage, but it’s not over. Trust me. I'm here."

Noah’s words acted like a powerful sedative. Tears slid from the corners of Clara’s eyes, soaking into the pillow.

She closed her eyes and stopped moving.

...

Emily sat on a bench in the hallway, holding both her own phone and Clara’s.

She checked the time. It had been nearly an hour since she called Rhys.

One hour.

Even if he had crawled down from that hotel room, he should have arrived by now.

Gritting her teeth, Emily cursed under her breath and dialed the number again.

"I'm sorry, the number you have reached is not answering..."

Once, twice, three times.

Finally, on the fifth attempt, the call connected.

It was the same familiar, cold voice, now sounding agitated. "Hello? Where is Clara? Put her on."

Emily let out a furious laugh.

"Clara is in the ER at Brighton City General Hospital getting resuscitated. Don't bother coming. Just call the crematorium and arrange for an incineration. You can get her done while she’s still fresh and warm!"

"What did you say?"

Emily didn't bother listening further. She hung up immediately.

Harborview Hotel, Basement Level 2.

The elevator dinged, and Rhys strode out.

Upstairs, Margot had suddenly suffered palpitations and fainted. She had clung to his sleeve, refusing to let go, crying out that she was scared.

He had called room service, then the family doctor, and finally Veronica West. It had taken ages to extricate himself.

By the time Veronica West arrived to take over, an hour had passed.

"Awake?"

A not-so-gentle female voice spoke from the side.

Clara turned her head. Emily was sitting on a round stool by the bed, holding an apple she was attempting to peel.

The heiress had clearly never done manual labor; the apple looked like it had been chewed by a chaotic squirrel.

Seeing Clara look over, Emily rolled her eyes and tossed the mangled apple onto the table.

"What are you looking at? Never seen a beauty peel an apple before?"

Clara stared at her for a moment before croaking out, "Thank you."

She remembered that the last thing she felt before passing out was Emily holding her.

"Don't thank me. I just didn't want the bad luck of having you die in front of me," Emily huffed. "And you're really something, you know that? You're pregnant and you didn't know? And you still dared to stake out a parking garage?"

Clara tried to smile, but her lips wouldn't move.

Remembering what Noah had whispered before she lost consciousness, her hand instinctively moved to her abdomen.

Was it... empty?

Emily watched the movement and sighed internally, though her tone remained awkward. "Stop touching it. It's still there."

Clara’s hand trembled. She looked at Emily. "What?"

"I said, the little brat is tough. It's still there."

Emily’s expression was complex. "Threatened miscarriage. Luckily, you got here in time. Noah... Dr. Carter rushed you through the express lane, and the Chief of OB-GYN came down personally. You got lucky."