The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife novel Chapter 126

Chapter 126: She Still Cares About Me!

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saw? You’re awake?” Thomas’s voice trembled with relief.

I forced my eyes open.

“Where am 17” My voice was weak. I hated it.

“Hospital VIP suite, sir. You’ve been unconscious for several hours.”

I tried to sit up. My body fought against me. Thomas moved closer.

*Please, sir, you shouldn’t exert yourself.”

I waved him away. “What happened?”

The last thing I remembered was Angela coming to my hotel room to discuss her investment proposal. What happened after that?

Thomas swallowed. “You collapsed, sir. The doctors say it’s your gastric ulcers again, but worse than last time. They’re insisting on intravenous treatment and at least three days of observation. They’ve been clear that you must stop drinking and eat regularly or risk serious complications.”

“Not happening. Get me discharge papers.” Three days in a hospital bed? No chance.

“Sir, the doctors were extremely concerned about your condition. If you’re not comfortable with this room, I can arrange a larger

Thomas cleared his throat. “Sir, Ms. Wilson specifically instructed me to take good care of you.”

My head snapped toward him. “What did you just say? Who was then? My heart pounded as memories come back–Angela’s scent, her voice, her hand on my forehead,

“Angela Wilson, sir,” Thomas replied quietly.

“Is she still here?” I couldn’t hide the need in my voice,

Thomas looked confused. Still here? No, sir. She left after I arrived

It wasn’t you who called the ambulance?

“No, sir. Ms. Wilson contacted emergency services, then used your phone to call me. Sh… arranged everything.”

That hit me hard. Angela hadn’t run after 1 collapsed. She’d stayed, called for help, made sure I was taken care of. After five years of nothing, shed stayed when she could have walked away.

Hope. Dangerous feeling.

Where is she now?” I sat straighter, ignoring the pain. Maybe she was getting coffee. Maybe-

“Ms. Wilson departed shortly after I arrived, sir. She seemed tired.”

The hope died fast. “She left? You didn’t ask her to stay?”

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Chapter 126: She Sull Cares About Mel

I don’t have that authority, it. Thomas said carefully. She had al dy seen here for several hours, kindling your admission paperwork and expertsex, She looked exhausted.”

1 could see it–Angela sitting by my bed, hair falling forward as she Then leaving the moment Thomas arrived, like she couldn’t face me

led out forms, talked to ductors, waited for me to wake up.

My fingers drummed against the sheets, Why stay at all? Why help me, then disappear before I woke up?

I had a plan. Il Angela cared enough to keep me safe, she must still bel something for me. Something I could use.

“Remove these IVS.” I ordered, “I’m leaving.”

Thomas looked alarmed. “That’s impossible, sit. You have two more bags of medication to complete. Mr. Wilson specifically instructed me to ensure you finished the full treatment.“

Satisfaction warmed my chest. She’d given instructions for my care. She still cared.

“Is that so?” I let sarcasm

Partners?

fill my voice. “And you’re following her drders now? Are you employed by Shaw Group or Wilson Advisory

“This is solely for your health, sir.” Thomas said weakly.

“I know my own health better than anyone,” I shot back, enjoying how he squirmed. “Go handle the discharge paperwork.”

When Thomas hesitated, I knew my plan was working. Thomas Smith, I said coldly, “do you value your position at Shaw Group?

Something changed in Thomas. He straightened up and looked me in the eye. “Mr. Shaw, if this is truly what you want, why didn’t you demand it while Ms. Wilson was present? I couldn’t help but notice that she’s the only one who seems to genuinely influence your decisions.”

I stared at him, speechless. Too accurate, too perceptive from this usually timid assistant.

Thomas’s eyes. It

Hit up. “One moment, sir. I’ll contact Ms. Wilson.”

I turned away to hide my satisfaction. Perfect. She’d left clear instructions for my care, had spent hours making sure I was okay. Now I’d see if she meant it, or if it was just obligation.

I moved to the door as Thomas stepped into the hallway, positioning myself to hear his conversation. He called Marcus first, probably to get Angela’s number, The wait felt endless,

Finally, her voice. Distant but unmistakable.

“Hello?”

*Ms. Wilson, I apologize for disturbing you, but it’s urgent, Thomas explained. “Mr. Shaw has regained consciousness but is refusing treatment and demanding discharge.”

That’s his choice, Angela replied coldly.

“The doctors say his ulcers are in a dangerous state. Leaving without completing treatment could be life–threatening,”

I held my breath, waiting for her answer, that damned hope rising again despite myself.

“Thomas,” she said finally, her voice tinged with irritation, we’ve been divorced for five years. What makes you think he would listen to me? And why should i be the one to convince him?”