The Tycoon's Deepest Repentance (Sophia and Ryan) novel Chapter 2

Chapter 02

When I woke up from unconsciousness, my hand instinctively went to my abdomen.

The faint movement of the baby inside me, as if reassuring me not to be afraid, finally allowed me to exhale a breath of relief.

At least, my child was still with me.

The doctor's voice was stern as he addressed me "This time, we managed to save the baby, but you must control your emotions. If it happens again, both you and the child will be in grave danger. You're aware of how much you've suffered during this pregnancy."

I forced a bitter smile.

Due to a previous miscarriage, the first few months of this pregnancy had been especially rough.

My hair fell out in clumps, and the relentless nausea left me sleepless for entire nights. But Ryan never cared about me.

The doctor frowned. "after such a scare, where is your husband?

Why hasn't he shown up?"

Before I could muster a response, the door swung open.

Ryan walked in, his face a mask of urgency, calling my name as though he were genuinely worried.

The doctor's expression softened slightly, preparing to brief him on my condition.

But before the doctor could get a word out, Ryan turned to me, his tone impatient rather than concerned.

"Sophia, didn't you see my messages? Where's my savings passbook? I need it urgently. Hurry up and tell me."

The thought that he needed the money to pay for Linda's maternity photo shoot made me nauseous.

I lowered my gaze to the pale bedsheet.

The cold, sterile hospital room only amplified my sadness.

"Where were you last night when I tried calling you?" I asked quietly.

"Is pregnancy making you paranoid now?"

Ryan's irritation was barely concealed.

Perhaps noticing the doctor's watchful presence, he softened his t o n e .

"Sweetheart, I've been swamped with work, barely sleeping day or night. I must've missed your calls."

The doctor, evidently unable to remain silent, interjected, "Your wife narrowly avoided a premature birth. She was on the brink of life and death. You should be more attentive to her."

Ryan scoffed defensively. "She's just weak. She lost the last baby out of nowhere too. And honestly, what can I even do here? I'm not a d o c t o r. "

Lost the last baby out of nowhere?

My hand instinctively covered my abdomen as a wave of irony swept over me.

Ryan was the one with health issues and the issues that made conception difficult for us.

If not for my own exceptional fertility, he might never have had children at all.

Even now, my pregnancy required extraordinary care, and my body couldn't endure the physical abuse he had subjected me to.

I felt utterly hollow, too drained to argue.

"If you're busy, just leave. I don't need you here," I said flatly.

Ryan seemed taken aback. In the past, whenever he ignored my calls, I would always make a scene.

My quiet demeanor today caught him off guard.

He crouched by my bedside and took my hand.