Walking Away While Pregnant: Dear Ex-Husband, I Don't Love You Anymore novel Chapter 121

Chapter 121: Chapter 121

Fleur woke up just after five o’clock in the afternoon.

Since she was conscious, it meant she had officially cheated death. After a thorough examination, the doctor confirmed everything was stable and cleared her transfer from the ICU to a regular ward.

Inside the VIP room, the nurse adjusted the IV drip, offered a few words of advice, and turned to leave. This left only Dylan and Robin in the room with Fleur.

Robin stood by the bedside, his small face still tight with lingering fear and his dark eyes red and puffy. He rested his hands on the edge of the bed, not daring to actually touch Fleur out of fear that he might accidentally hurt her.

Looking at her with wide, anxious eyes, he asked, "Mommy, does it still hurt?"

Fleur’s face was as white as a sheet, and her dry lips were completely devoid of color. Yet, looking at her son, she managed to force a faint smile. "Don’t worry, Robin. Mommy doesn’t hurt at all."

At that, Robin’s tears spilled over.

"Mommy, you scared me to death...!"

For a five-year-old child, that kind of terror was simply too heavy a burden to bear. As soon as Robin started crying, Fleur burst into tears as well.

"I’m sorry, Robin. Mommy is so useless. I didn’t mean to scare you, I’m so sorry..."

"Mommy, please don’t ever do this again. I don’t want to lose my mommy..."

Hearing his words, Fleur nodded repeatedly. "Mommy won’t. I promise you, Robin, I will never leave you behind again..."

The widowed mother and her son wept together, completely heartbroken.

Standing to the side, Dylan watched the scene unfold with a heavy expression. He pursed his lips, let out a quiet sigh, and stepped forward. Bending down, he gently stroked Robin’s head.

"Robin, don’t cry anymore. Mommy is going to be fine."

The boy sniffled and wiped the tears from his face. "Daddy, is Mommy really going to be okay?"

"Yes, the doctors are very good. She just needs to stay in the hospital and rest for a few days," Dylan comforted him in a gentle voice. "It’s time for you to eat dinner. I had Mrs. Walsh bring some food over, so why don’t you go next door and eat first?"

Robin glanced at Fleur.

She sniffled and coaxed him softly, "Mommy can’t eat right now anyway, and the IV keeps me from feeling hungry. You’re a growing boy, Robin, so you need to eat your meals on time. Listen to your father and go eat."

Only then did Robin obediently nod. "Okay. Mommy, I’ll come back to keep you company as soon as I’m done eating."

Fleur smiled. "Alright."

Dylan then had Mrs. Walsh take the boy next door to eat. Once they left, only Fleur and Dylan remained in the room.

A heavy silence immediately fell over the ward.

Dylan stood by the bedside looking down at Fleur. He seemed to deliberate carefully before finally speaking, his tone solemn.

"Fleur, please don’t do something so foolish ever again. Even if it’s just for Robin’s sake, you have to be stronger."

A sting of sorrow hit Fleur’s nose. Lowering her eyes, she choked out, "I’m sorry, Dylan. I lost control of myself again this time. I couldn’t bear to leave Robin—I truly wanted to stay and be there for him. But last night, I... I’m so sorry. I’ve caused you and Robin so much worry again."

"Let’s just forget about what happened last night."

Dylan’s dark eyes grew deep as he looked at her, his voice turning colder.

Having Robin by my side to get through the years without George is the only thing that gives me something to look forward to. When he’s older, I’ll send him back. He will always belong to the Bennett family—I will never deny that."

"What are you saying?" Dylan’s face hardened. "You and Robin have already been entered into the Bennett family genealogy. You are my eldest brother’s wife, the legitimate mistress of the Bennett family.

If you feel unadjusted to life in the country and wish to settle abroad, I will have everything arranged for you. But as for whether Robin goes with you, I want him to make that decision himself."

At his words, Fleur lowered her gaze, her wet eyelashes hiding the flash of frustration in her eyes.

She secretly gritted her teeth. She had intended to use a strategic retreat to gain ground, but she hadn’t expected Dylan to actually take her up on it. However, now that she had pushed the conversation this far, she had no choice but to play along for now.

"Alright. I’ll ask Robin later and see if he’s willing to come with me."

"There’s no rush about going abroad. We should at least wait until you’ve fully recovered." Dylan paused, then added, "I’ve had Oliver hire a caregiver, and Mrs. Walsh will be staying at the hospital these next few days. Just relax and focus on getting better."

Fleur nodded gratefully. "Thank you, Dylan. If it weren’t for you, I really wouldn’t have the strength to carry on."

As she spoke, she began to wipe away her tears again, her weeping so fragile and delicate that it would soften almost anyone’s heart.

Yet Dylan’s expression remained unchanged. He simply said, "You are my sister-in-law. My brother passed away early, leaving you and Robin as a vulnerable widow and child. It is only right that I, as his brother, offer my support."

...

Upon leaving Fleur’s ward, Dylan received a phone call from Mrs. Lander.

On the other end of the line, the woman’s voice was frantic: "Mr. Bennett, this is bad! The Madam is gone!"