My Darling, My Dearest novel Chapter 396

Tears streamed down Tracy's face silently.

At those words, Jack's original calm morphed into agitation. The blue veins on his forehead popped menacingly. He stood up and spat out through gritted teeth, "Don't disturb her!"

"But you can't keep on being like this!" Tracy burst out in a heartbroken voice.

"Leave me alone." Without saying another word, Jack turned around and left.

Hearing the sound of the motor outside, Tracy collapsed, weeping on Jonathan's shoulder.

The wedding decorations remained stuck on the door and windows, still looking dazzling even though they should have already been removed long before.

Jonathan snorted and yelled at the workers in the yard, "Why haven't you cleared these up yet?"

The two workers compiling dead branches trembled unconsciously. They rushed forward and tore off all of the wedding stickers on the windows.

In the hospital, Bill was standing outside the emergency room. The door was firmly closed, but he still tried to see what was going on inside.

Half an hour had passed, but the door still did not budge.

Finally, the door opened, and a nurse walked out. Bill reached out his hand to stop her. "How is she?"

"Which patient? Sir, there are so many people in the emergency room. How do I know which patient you are referring to?" the nurse said impatiently.

"Rachel Shen," he quickly supplied. "How is she doing?"

The nurse frowned as she tried to recall the patient's information and then said, "Ah, there's nothing wrong with her. She only fainted because of hypoglycemia."

The tension finally bled out of Bill as he heard the nurse's words. He heaved a sigh of relief and said in a much calmer tone, "Can I go in and see her now?"

"Not right now," the nurse replied with a shake of her head. "Once her condition has stabilized, we will transfer her to the ward. You can visit her there later."

Bill looked like he had something else to say, but the nurse slid past his side, turned a corner, and left. He stood by the door and waited for nearly half an hour. Finally, two nurses wheeled Rachel to the ward. Bill was about to follow them when the doctor pulled him back by the arm. He pointed to the side and took off his mask. "Come here. I have to tell you something."

'Is it something serious?

Usually, the doctor would ask the patient's family members aside to talk to them about something that the patient shouldn't know about.

Bill felt nervous all of the sudden. "Doctor, what is it? Please, just tell me!"

The doctor glared at him. "What kind of husband are you? Although her first trimester was up and her condition has stabilized, you still need to make sure that she gets sufficient nutrition and rest all throughout the course of her pregnancy. If you keep doing this, I'm afraid that she won't be able to keep the baby."

'Pregnant?'

Bill stared at the doctor in shock, his mouth slightly agape. He looked toward the direction of the wards, and then turned back to the doctor. "You're saying... she is pregnant?"

The doctor frowned slightly. "You don't know, do you? She has been pregnant for three months, but she has been unable to get good rest these days. In addition, she is undernourished, so she fainted from hypoglycemia." When she opened her eyes, Rachel felt woozy, as if her head was stuffed with cotton yet very, very heavy. She tried to recall what happened, but it was all a blur to her.

She tried to sit up with her hands on her side, but a sudden bout of dizziness had her laying back down.

At that moment, Bill came in and placed the medicine he had just picked up from the pharmacy on the table. He walked up to her and asked worriedly, "Are you okay? Do you feel uncomfortable anywhere?"

"I'm fine." When Bill's presence finally registered to Rachel, she gradually remembered why she was lying here in one of the hospital's wards in the first place.

She slowly turned her head to the side to avoid looking at Bill and said in a low voice, "Bill, I'm fine now. You don't have to stay here with me."

"How could you be fine?" Bill pulled over a chair over and sat down by the bedside. Against his will, he found himself staring at the general direction of her belly.

Rachel didn't notice it, so she just replied coldly, "I'm a doctor, so I know how my own body is doing."

Bill' face darkened at her response. "If you knew how your body is doing, then you wouldn't have fainted like that today!" He took a deep breath to calm himself down. "Rachel, do you know that you're pregnant?"

"How did you know?" Shocked, Rachel turned around to stare at him. In an instant, a bitter smile crossed her face. "That's right. We're at the hospital. Of course, the doctor told you."

"Looks like you already knew about it."

The frown on Bill's face deepened. "Tell me the truth. Did anything happen between you and Jack? Something must have, or else you wouldn't have come here from Ninwell City!"

He should have known that something was wrong when they met for the first time.

Bright, red liquid that looked shockingly similar to blood flowed out of the bottle.

Jack didn't say anything more. Instead, he tipped his head back against the sofa. Tears streamed down silently from his closed eyes.

Rachel stayed in the hospital ward for two days. When her laboratory results and indexes showed stable results, her doctor signed the discharge agreement.

Rachel was tidying up the fruit on the bedside table when Bill returned after finishing the discharge procedures. He hurriedly walked up to her, guided her to sit down, and said softly, "I told you to rest. Let me do these things for you, okay?"

At the sight of Bill so beside himself with worry, Rachel didn't know whether she would laugh or cry. "Bill, I'm fine. You don't need to worry about me."

She had hypoglycemia because she hadn't been sleeping well those days. Moreover, she had no appetite, so she didn't force herself to eat anything.

She thought that those oversights were minor. She didn't think that she would be so week. While packing, Bill took out an orange and handed it to her. "Have one first."

Rachel nibbled on a few segments and felt much better. Under her long drooping eyelashes, her deep eyes glimmered like black crystals. After some thought, she said, "Bill, you really don't have to accompany me here. You also need to take care of Andy. You..."

Before she could finish her words, Bill interrupted her, "Don't worry. I've found another caregiver to take care of Andy 24/7. I'm relieved of caregiver duties for now."

As he spoke, he packed up Rachel's things in a small luggage bag.

Bill lifted the luggage bag and placed his hand on Rachel's shoulder. In a soft, warm voice, he said, "Wait for me by the lobby. I'll get the car and pick you up there."

"I can go with you to the parking area. You don't have to drive back there."

"It's no trouble," Bill assured her.

As the two of them exchanged words back and forth, an unexpected voice suddenly interrupted them. They looked up and saw Jonathan and Tracy standing across the corridor. Author's note

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Translator: Scarlett5555