Walking Away While Pregnant: Dear Ex-Husband, I Don't Love You Anymore novel Chapter 151

Chapter 151: Chapter 151

Dylan looked at Fleur, his eyes deep and dark.

In the past, he would have offered her a few words of comfort. But today, from the moment Robin was rushed to the hospital until now, he hadn’t uttered a single word of consolation, no matter how much she blamed herself or wept.

Fleur kept her head down, her sobbing continuous. Dylan’s cold detachment made her increasingly anxious.

Could he be starting to suspect me? she thought frantically.

Suddenly, her mind raced. A split second later, she closed her eyes, and her slender frame went entirely limp, collapsing toward the floor.

"Fleur!"

Dylan lunged forward, catching her just in time. Her eyes remained tightly shut, and no matter how many times he called her name, she didn’t react. He had no choice but to scoop her up and stride out of the ward.

"James!"

James emerged from the hallway and stepped forward quickly.

"Take her to the emergency room."

James froze for a second, looking at Fleur in his boss’s arms. "Am... am I supposed to carry her?"

"Who else?" Dylan frowned. "I need to stay with Robin."

James nodded immediately. "Yes, sir."

Taking Fleur from Dylan, James turned and rushed toward the emergency room. A nurse noticed them and hurried over. "Are you heading to the ER?"

"Yes."

The nurse walked briskly beside him, pulling out her phone. "I’ll call the doctor on duty right now. Why did she faint? Does she have any underlying conditions?"

James kept his stride steady, his expression unchanging. "She has a history of depression..."

Dylan watched them leave, stood in place for a moment, and then turned back into the ward.

About fifteen minutes later, James returned.

Fleur was still unconscious. The ER doctors suspected the fainting was brought on by extreme emotional distress, which, compounded by her history of depression, warranted hospitalizing her for observation.

James asked, "How should we arrange the eldest Madam’s room?"

Dylan stood by the window, his tall silhouette framed against the glass. He stared out at the night cityscape, his sharp features reflected darkly in the windowpane. His deep eyes betrayed no emotion.

James waited by the door for his answer.

After a long silence, Dylan’s deep voice cut through the quiet. "Put her on a lower floor. Keep her as far away from Robin as possible."

James caught himself for a second, then bowed his head. "Understood, sir."

With that, James turned and left, his footsteps gradually fading down the quiet hospital corridor.

Dylan turned around, his gaze settling on Robin’s pale little face on the hospital bed. The room was deathly quiet. After a long while, a soft sigh echoed in the silence.

Dylan stayed by Robin’s side all night.

Throughout the night, the boy was plagued by nightmares. He never fully woke up, but he thrashed around, letting out piercing, agonizing screams, whimpering broken phrases like "No!" and "I won’t do it again!"

Each outburst brought the on-duty doctors and nurses rushing in.

Ultimately, considering how weak Robin’s body was and how detrimental this state was to his recovery, the doctor recommended administering a sedative safe for children. Dylan reluctantly agreed.

Only after the medication was injected did Robin finally quiet down. By then, the sky outside was beginning to pale.

Dylan called Oliver again, telling him to make sure Jessica Sanders got there as fast as humanly possible. The moment Jessica learned what had happened to Robin, he didn’t waste a second; he directly prepped his family’s private jet and took off for Rainport. At this rate, he would arrive at the hospital by noon.

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