The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife novel Chapter 241

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The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire’s Ex–Wife

Chapter 241: I Know It Was You–1

Sean POW

“You still won’t let go?” Angela asked, eyeing my hand firmly clasped around her wrist.

I reluctantly released my grip, watching as she reached for the first kit Thomas had placed between us. Her wrist looked delicate–too delicate. She had lost weight, a lot of it. The realization twisted my gut with guilt.

“Perhaps Thomas should handle this,”

ggested, nodding toward my assistant,

Angela raised an eyebrow. “Am I not capable?

worried it might

might distath you,” I admitted, not wanting her to see the full extent of my injury

If you keep delaying, you’ll pass out soon, and I’ll end up treating you anyway, she replied matter of factly.

I relented, carefully removing my bloodied shirt. The deep gash across my abdomen had partially reopened, the hastily applied stitches straining against swollen flesh.

Angela’s sharp intake of breath confirmed my fears–the wound looood worse than I’d let on.

She cleaned the wound efficiently, her touch gentle but confident. [vinced at the sting of antiseptic, surprised by how skillfully! handled the first aid

She used to do this for me back in college when I got injured playing sports.

At the memory, I tilted my head back, not wanting her to see the tears threatening to fall.

This needs

proper medical attention,” she murmured, applying a pressure bandage. “How did this happen?”

‘ “Christopher,” I replied simply, watching her expression for any reaction to the name.

She nodded, focusing intently on securing the bandage. “The bleeding has slowed, but you’ll need stitches.”

“Already arranged,” I said. “There’s a medical team waiting at the airport. We’ll board my family’s private jet once I’m treated.”

you sure you should be flying in this condition?”

Angela’s brow furrowed with concern. “Are you sure you s

“I’ll be fine,” I assured her.

The wound Christopher had inflicted went deeper than flesh–it marked the end of our friendship. Whatever band we’d once shared had been severed the moment he took Angela.

This wound settles any debt between us, I thought grimly. From now on, there’s nothing left between us but enmity.

We’ll be at

por soon, Thomas informed us, glancing in the rearview mirror.

I couldn’t take my eyes off Angela. She was so thin–I had never seen her this pale before. Her cheekbones stood out sharply against

rashen face, and her once vibrant eyes looked hollow,

The sight of her in this state deepened my hatred for Christopher.

I won’t let him

take

e you from me again.”

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The medical team rushed forward as our vehicle pulled into the privile hangar.

Two doctors immediately began assessing my wound while I insisteil Angela come with us into the treatment area.

I refused to let her mot of my sight, even for a moment,

“The wound requires fresh sutures,” one doctor announced, preparing his instruments,

I nodded, gritting my teeth against the pain as they cleaned and redressed the injury. Throughout the procedure, I kept my eyes of Angela, who stood nearby watching with concem. She looked pale, för slender frame swaying slightly.

“Angela?”

Ignoring the doctor’s protests, 1 lunged forward, catching her before he hit the ground.

Pain tore through my abdomen as the fresh stitches strained, but I chidled her against my chest, panic rising in my

“Get another stretcher!” I shouted, feeling her limp weight in my

arms. “Now!”

The private hospital room was quiet except for the steady beep of monitoring equipment.

Isat beside Angela’s bed, refusing the doctors‘ insistence that I rest my own room.

The medical team had confirmed what I’d feared–severe malnutrition, exhaustion, dehydration. Her body had simply shut down.

“How is she?” I demanded when the lead physician entered for another check.

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The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire’s Ex–Wife

Chapter 241: I Know It Was You–2

“Stable, but extremely weak, he replied, reviewing her chart. Her condition suggests she hasn’t been eating properly for days, possibly longer.”

Her body shows signs of extreme stress,” the doctor explained, reviving her chart. “The combination of psychological trauma and her telusal to cat has left her in a weakened state,”

“But she’ll recover ?

“There’s no significant physical trauma,” he assured me. “With proper care and nutrition, she should make a full recovery. The best ⠀⠀ thing now is to let her test.”

I nodded, unable to leave her side. Hours passed as I kept vigil, ignoring my own pain. When exhaustion finally overtook me, I rested my head on the edge of her bed, my hand still hobling bers,

Something brushed against my hair, gently rousing me from sleep, fted my head to find Angela awake, her eyes open and watching me. Relief flooded through me.

“You’re awake,” I breathed, unable to contain my joy.

Before I could think, I leaned forward and pressed my lips against hers–gentle but desperate, conveying everything words couldn’t express. To my surprise, she didn’t pull away, though I felt her momentary hesitation.

When I finally drew back, searching her face, I found confusion in her eyes,

“How are you feeling?” asked softly. “Any discomfort?”

She glanced around the unfamiliar room. “Where are we??

“Home,” I said. “We’re back in our Park Avenue apartment.”

Her brow furrowed. “Our apartment?”

Cold realization washed over me. “Angela, don’t you recognize this place?”

She shook her head slowly. I’m sorry, I don’t. There are many things I can’t remember. It’s been this way for several days now.”

“What do you remember about yesterday? About how found

We

your!

“The elevator rescue,” she replied. “Someone pulled me up through the top, and then you carried me out.”