Walking Away While Pregnant: Dear Ex-Husband, I Don't Love You Anymore novel Chapter 157

Chapter 157: Chapter 157

"Robin’s awake," Elise said, hanging up the phone and turning to Alexander. "I’m heading back up to see him."

"Do you need me to come with you?"

"No," Elise said, standing up. "Dylan is entirely unreasonable. It’s better if you just wait for me here."

Alexander didn’t push the matter. "Alright. Call me if you need anything."

"Will do."

Stepping out of the elevator, Elise caught sight of Fleur from a distance, standing outside the ward where James was firmly blocking her path.

Elise walked over slowly.

Spotting her, Fleur glared with eyes red from crying, her gaze dripping with venom.

James offered a respectful bow to Elise. "Madam, Mr. Bennett and Dr. Sanders are both inside. You may go right in."

Elise gave him a faint nod and moved past Fleur toward the door.

Without warning, Fleur lunged out and grabbed her wrist. "Elise, you must have manipulated Robin! You vicious, bitter woman—you have a baby of your own, so why are you trying to steal my child?!"

Elise paused, turning her head to shoot Fleur an icy look. A cold sneer touched her lips. "Fleur, is Robin really your son?"

Fleur froze. A flicker of panic flashed across her eyes, but she quickly stiffened her neck and spat back defensively, "I carried Robin for nine months! He is my son! Don’t you dare try to steal him from me!!"

Elise forcefully yanked her wrist free. "I said before that Robin may be small, but he isn’t stupid. That clearly struck a nerve, didn’t it? So you threw a dramatic tantrum about taking him away, fully aware that his fragile state couldn’t take the slightest bit of distress. Yet you didn’t hold back for a second. You claim he’s your child, Fleur, but it seems like you can’t wait for him to be driven completely out of his mind."

"Nonsense!" Fleur snarled under her breath. "You were the one who abused Robin behind our backs while Dylan and I weren’t looking! You’re the one who can’t stand the sight of us—"

"Save the performance for Dylan," Elise cut her off, having zero patience left for her theatrics. She turned on her heel and walked straight into the ward.

"Elise—"

Fleur tried to push past, but James moved with practiced speed, shutting the door right in her face.

"Eldest Madam, Mr. Bennett has made it clear that you don’t need to concern yourself with the young master. Please return to your room."

"I am Robin’s birth mother! Why does Elise get to go in while I’m kept out?!"

"My apologies," James said, his face completely expressionless. "I am simply following orders. Please do not make things difficult for me, eldest Madam."

Seeing no way around him, Fleur still refused to leave. Gritting her teeth in secret, she turned and took a seat on the bench nearby.

Inside, the ward was dead quiet.

Dylan stood by the window. Hearing the door open, he turned slightly to look toward the entrance.

Elise didn’t even glance his way. The moment she stepped inside, her eyes locked onto Robin.

The little boy was sitting up in the hospital bed with a pen in hand, his head bowed as he focused intently on drawing. Jessica sat beside the bed, turning to press a finger to her lips in a gentle hush gesture.

Elise stopped in her tracks.

Robin hadn’t noticed that anyone else had entered the room. He scribbled away on the paper, completely absorbed in his work.

Elise softened her footsteps and drew closer, finally getting a clear look at what he was drawing. It was a large ship cruising across an open ocean.

Robin set down his pen and looked up at Jessica.

Jessica stroked his hair gently. "All finished, Robin?"

The boy gave a sweet, obedient nod.

"May I take a look?"

"Okay."

Jessica picked up the drawing and examined it closely. This was her signature therapeutic approach—evaluating a patient’s true psychological state through the process and output of their artwork.

She studied it intently, refusing to miss a single detail. After a moment, she set the drawing down and pointed to a tiny figure drawn on the ship. "Why is this little person colored red, Robin?"

Hearing the question, Robin pressed his lips together, his small fingers nervously twisting the fabric of his hospital gown.

Jessica kept her voice soft and encouraging. "It’s alright, Robin. You can say whatever is on your mind."

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