Walking Away While Pregnant: Dear Ex-Husband, I Don't Love You Anymore novel Chapter 188

Chapter 188: Chapter 188

After those final, fragile words, the hand holding Elise’s lost every trace of strength.

Dylan coughed up a mouthful of blood as his tall, battered frame collapsed onto the floor.

"Dylan!" Aaron caught him just in time, shouting in panic, "Dylan?!"

Dylan had already slipped into total unconsciousness.

Aaron roared toward the open doorway, "Sam! James!"

Within seconds, two burly figures bolted into the room. The three men combined their strength to lift Dylan’s limp body and rush him out. After a flurry of chaotic footsteps, silence swept over the bedroom once more.

Elise sat frozen on the sofa, numb and staring into nothingness.

Jessica stayed by her side, carefully coaxing her breathing into a calm rhythm. As the agonizing throb in her temples slowly subsided, Elise’s body gave way to exhaustion, and she slouched into a deep, heavy slumber.

Checking Elise’s pulse, Dr. Sanders confirmed that she had simply passed out from emotional strain and that her unborn baby was completely safe. Relieved, she laid Elise down gently on the sofa before calling Mrs. Lander into the room.

"Mrs. Lander, I’m writing a prescription," Dr. Sanders said quietly. "Please head to the nearest pharmacy to grab these meds, and pick up an IV and a few syringes."

"Of course," Mrs. Lander replied, gazing anxiously at Elise’s pale face. "Is the mistress going to be alright?"

"She’s out of danger for now. This prescription is completely safe for pregnant mothers, so don’t worry."

"Understood, Dr. Sanders." Mrs. Lander nodded and hurried downstairs.

Dr. Sanders fetched a light blanket from the inner bedroom, draped it over Elise, and took a seat nearby—intent on staying by her side without taking her eyes off her for even a moment.

Over at the hospital, Dylan was rushed directly into the emergency operating room.

The lead surgeon performed a rapid assessment before stepping out to brief the waiting party with a deep scowl. "It’s a splenic hemorrhage. When exactly did the trauma occur?"

"Two days ago," Aaron answered instantly.

"Two days ago?!" The surgeon’s tone grew sharp and stern. "A ruptured spleen causes excruciating pain! Did he feel nothing at all?!"

"He was taking heavy painkillers," Aaron explained solemnly. "The circumstances were extreme—we had to rush back to the country, so there was no time to seek medical treatment abroad."

"Utter recklessness!" the surgeon scolded. "If you had arrived any later, he would have bled to death. A large portion of the spleen has suffered tissue necrosis, so we have no choice but to perform a complete splenectomy. Are you a family member? We need a signature on the surgical consent forms."

Aaron’s brows furrowed. "His direct family can’t make it here right now. I’ll sign on his behalf."

The surgeon let out a heavy sigh, turning to the nurse behind him. "Nurse, handle the paperwork with him."

The splenectomy lasted four full hours. While removing a damaged spleen was a straightforward procedure, Dylan’s delay in seeking medical care had triggered internal infections, complicating the surgery.

Fortunately, his athletic constitution pulled him through. The surgery light finally clicked off, and the lead surgeon stepped out, pulling down his surgical mask.

"The operation was a success," the surgeon reported as Aaron stepped forward. "Thanks to his strong baseline physical condition, he made it. But mark my words—if he recklessly abuses his body like this again, even the healthiest frame will shatter. Furthermore, during surgery, I noticed an old knife scar near his chest. Judging by the depth, that previous injury was nearly fatal as well. As his friend, urge him to take care of himself before it’s too late."

"Thank you, Doctor. I’ll make sure he listens," Aaron promised solemnly.

An hour later, once Dylan’s vital signs stabilized, he was transferred to a private VIP ward. Sam remained at the hospital to guard him, while Aaron and James sped straight back to the villa.

By the time they arrived back at Elise’s house, it was already noon.

In the dining room, Madeline was sitting with the two young children, trying to coax them through lunch. In the kitchen, Mrs. Lander was carefully monitoring the herbal brew on the stove, while Mrs. Clark stirred a pot of fresh porridge.

Unaware of the turmoil, the two toddlers kept tilting their heads, asking why their mother and Dr. Sanders hadn’t come down to eat.

Though her heart was heavy, Madeline put on a bright smile. "They stayed up way too late watching TV dramas last night, so they’re sleeping in! We’ll eat first, and they can eat when they wake up."

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