Forced Into Marriage: My Husband’s Too Mean novel Chapter 322

A few minutes later, just as Lindsey was about to faint again from the pain, a familiar voice suddenly sounded in her ears.

Lindsey was being held flat on her back on the bed.

"Ms. Juhl, listen to me. Relax. Just relax. It’ll be fine soon!"

Lindsey clutched the sheets beneath her and could barely get a moment of clarity as she looked at the young doctor in front of her with wide eyes. "Andre, please check on my baby, quick!"

The strong desire to live that appeared in her eyes and the roar of desperation for the sake of her unborn child stunned Andre and he felt greatly touched.

He quickly came back to his senses. "Ms. Juhl, just relax. I’ll save him. Believe me."

Lindsey's eyes were pleading and Andre nodded gently to a nurse beside him, who caught Lindsey off guard and stuck a needle into her arm.

Lindsey’s struggle gradually weakened. Andre looked into her eyes and explained softly, "This is to protect your baby. It also has a certain calming effect. You’ll be fine, Ms. Juhl."

Lindsey placed her hands firmly on her belly as if that was all she had. She then fell asleep again with tear marks at the corners of her eyes.

When Lindsey fell asleep, Andre waved his hand gently and someone immediately pushed the hospital bed Lindsey was lying on, sending her into a room filled with medical instruments.

After a series of tests were done, Andre looked at the report in his hand and was deep in thought.

In the evening of that day, Sophie, who had a close brush with death, finally woke up as well.

"Liam..." Sophie slowly opened her eyes and saw an extremely handsome side profile.

Liam was holding her hand and fumbling it repeatedly, but he was careful not to make her feel uncomfortable and had the tenderness he always had for her.

When Liam heard her voice, a smile naturally appeared on his face. "Sophie! How do you feel? Do you have any discomfort?"

Sophie actually had some slight cramps in her chest, but it was something she was used to and it was still tolerable. Most importantly, Sophie knew that this cramp was a normal occurrence after every heart attack.

She showed a pale smile to reassure him. "No."

Liam kissed her lips, which contained reassurance, gratitude, and contentment.

He leaned back slightly and asked Sophie, "Are you hungry? I asked the kitchen to make chicken soup."

When he sat down, Sophie's hand in Liam's palm gripped him tightly. She did not answer Liam's question and the smile on her face faded. "Liam, tell me the truth. What exactly did you do?"

Liam froze. After he understood what Sophie was talking about, there was a slight crack on his calm face.

Sophie looked pained and did not smile anymore. She shook his hand and said, "Tell me!"

"You just woke up, so you must be hungry. I'll go get you some soup." Liam avoided her question. He was a little upset, but he still talked to her patiently.

The tears in Sophie’s eyes suddenly fell. She clutched Liam's hand until her fingers went white. "Answer me!"

Her cheeks, which had been pale because of her illness, were tinged with a hint of red because she was agitated. Her voice was also not as sweet and soft as before.

Liam looked at Sophie. He could just lie to her and tell her that everything was fake, just like he did with the evidence that he made up to prove his innocence.

However, looking at Sophie's clear eyes that were reflecting his face, he suddenly hugged her tightly.

He gently patted Sophie’s back to soothe her breathing and just let out a soft “mm”. However, his heart silently said, “This is the last time, I promise. After you get better, I’ll stop.”

Outside, the moon was bright and the sky was so clear that there were stars. The weather tomorrow would be great.

In Atlantic City, half a world away, Quentin and Soren stood side by side in front of the window. Soren fumbled with a cigarette, but he was hesitant to light it up.

"You should stay here. I'll go!" Soren lowered his head. His back was to the light, so it was impossible to see the look on his face, but his tone was incomparably serious.

Quentin blew up at once. "I'll go, you stay!"

Perhaps because his voice was a little loud, a small head peeked out from the ward behind him and looked at them unblinkingly.

Quentin wanted to smile at the girl. He tried for a long time but failed.

On the contrary, Soren looked back and saw her. He did not try to hide the cigarette at his fingertips and gently nodded to Sieben. "Go in, I'll be right there."

Sieben beamed and gave Quentin a wary glance before she slammed the door shut.

Quentin nodded his chin at the closed door and sneered. "How are you gonna go like this? Just stay!"

Soren’s eyes looked distant. His face had an almost indifferent calmness. He gently withdrew his gaze and looked at a street lamp outside the window. "One of us needs to stay in the country. You’re more familiar with things around here, so just listen to me."

Quentin instantly widened his eyes, but he knew deep down that what Soren said made sense. In such a situation, it was more reassuring for him to stay than to blindly go to Germany.

The company was Zayn’s foundation, so it must stay strong, but if something happened to Zayn, no one could guarantee how long the company could last.