These past two days, that same sentence had echoed through the hospital room more times than anyone could count.
And every time the doctors managed to save him, they repeated the same warning: he had to keep his emotions under control–no more sudden outbursts.
Ever since Stella got pregnant, Abraham had spent most of his time by her side.
That morning, during breakfast-
When Evelyn returned to grab something, she saw Abraham placing a glass of milk in front of Stella.
Stella scrunched her nose in disgust. “No. I don’t want it.”
She hated milk now.
She used to like it, but ever since Abraham made her drink too much of it, she couldn’t stand it anymore.
Seeing her so reluctant, Abraham coaxed her gently. “Be good.”
“I don’t wanna.”
Evelyn watched as Abraham continued to coax her like she was a child. A small smile tugged at her lips.
The butler noticed Evelyn had returned and started to approach her respectfully.
But Evelyn quickly held up a finger to her lips, signaling for silence. She clearly didn’t want to interrupt the couple.
After all, Abraham had nearly lost his mind during the three years they were apart. Now that he finally had her back, no one should disturb their little world.
Evelyn went upstairs.
Stella, unable to win the standoff, finally drank half the glass–reluctantly. “It really tastes awful.”
Abraham dotingly placed a sunny–side–up egg on her plate.
“Then tell me what you want instead.”
His voice was soft–like he was compromising with a child.
“Juice.”
Stella didn’t even hesitate.
Right now, she really craved juice–something clean and refreshing.
Abraham nodded. “Alright. I’ll have someone make it for you.”
“Okay.”
The moment she heard that, Stella lit up..
Abraham shot a glance at the butler, who immediately turned to arrange fresh juice for her.
She was pregnant, after all. Everything she ate had to be carefully managed.
Just as Stella took a bite of egg, Victor stormed into the room.
His face looked bad.
Abraham frowned, glancing at him.
It was the first time Stella had seen Victor look like that. He was usually cool and distant around Abraham.
But now… he actually looked worried?
Abraham asked, “What happened?”
No–this wasn’t something ordinary. Nothing trivial could shake Victor like this.
Victor looked at Abraham, then turned to Stella. When she saw his eyes on her, her heart skipped a beat.
“Is this about me?”
No way.
She was just peacefully pregnant, resting and staying out of trouble. She hadn’t even stepped outside lately.
Especially not enough to get caught up in something involving Victor.
Victor’s face turned to stone. He said nothing.
Which meant yes.
Abraham raised an eyebrow at him, then looked at Stella. “Call your sister.”
“Okay, I’ll call right now.”
Stella hurriedly pulled out her phone and dialed Marie’s number.
But it was turned off.
She looked at Abraham. “She’s got her phone off.”
The moment Victor heard that, his face soured even more—he’d already tried calling Marie on his way here.
And now hearing Stella say the same thing…
He asked in a low voice, “She doesn’t have another number?”
“Huh? Another one? Yeah, she does.”
Of course Marie had another number. Victor didn’t have it, but Stella definitely did.
She quickly dialed Marie’s other private line.
Same result.
“Also off.”
Even her private number was off. Which meant finding Marie wouldn’t be easy.
Victor asked, “Any more?”
Stella shook her head. “Nope.”
Just those two. If both were off, then Marie was basically off the grid.

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