Chapter 1185

Amelia felt more guilty.

After ending the call with Lucas, she called her mother and said, “Mom, I won’t be coming back today. Something’s come up. I’ll be back in a few days.”

“What’s the matter? What happened?” Matilda asked nervously.

“Nothing serious. I just heard that there’s a highly experienced doctor here who is a top expert in obstetrics and gynecology. I’m planning to have this doctor examine both me and the baby, but it’s quite difficult to secure an appointment with this specialist. That’s why I won’t be returning for a few days,” she explained, making an excuse to avoid worrying her mother.

“I understand…” Matilda, as expected, didn’t suspect anything. “Just be cautious when you go see the doctor by yourself!”

Amelia responded, “I will. Please take good care of yourself and Aiden at home. If you need anything, don’t hesitate to ask for help from Lillian or Rosalie.”

“Okay, I know. I’ll hang in there. Don’t worry,” said Matilda.

The mother and daughter duo had been supporting each other for many years, and they didn’t want to cause unnecessary worry to one another.

After her conversation with her mother, Amelia set her phone aside and felt waves of fatigue overcome her. She soon drifted off to sleep, probably because the events of the day tired her out.

After an unspecified period of time, the ward’s door creaked open. Warren entered and gazed at the sleeping Amelia, his eyes filled with worry and anxiety that he himself didn’t notice.

Earlier, he had visited the doctor’s office while handling the admission procedures.

The doctor regarded him and said, “Mr. York, your wife’s condition is quite serious. According to her account, this should be her first episode. She has a history of liver transplantation, and even though she has surpassed the five-year safety threshold, pregnancy remains dangerous for her. Furthermore, such pain may become more frequent in the future. I’m unsure of the opinions of the doctors at her previous hospital, but I would advise considering terninitating the pregnancy.”

What will happen if we don’t terminata it he asked.

At 28 weeks, given your wife’s preses physical condition, the survival odds for her child are actually quite slut ven if the child did manage to survive, there might be numerous long-teter acomplications.

Furthermore, with your wife enduring sich st strain, even if she pulled through, she could face serious health pooleisis in the future that might beirreversible the doctor elaborated.

The doctor was beating around the bush.

However, he understood the doctor’s meaning, difsishw were to persevere hritis seven months and give birth to this child, she may not be able to sedong in the future.

Dossome reason, as this realization crossed his imini, ca alsharp pang of aniysenred through his heart.

Wililsheenobbe able to see her hair turn gray?” he wondelered.

Ithoughtheir past relationship had been forgotten by himhe leptopics swere still there. He still remembered how she insisistedion eeping ghiss chud.

Farren approached the hospital bed, bent over, and gazed atatulia, ho was sleeping.

he appeared toobs kleeping restlessly, with furrowed brows and a rehead. Her pallid complexion and parched lips added to her pi ppearance once again tugging at his heartstrings.

le couldn’t resisstheemppise to raise his hand, attempting to gently way the sweaton heefdorehead.

ist as his hand inaddecorattwith her dorehead, her body abruptly coiled, and her head wydd from side to side, as if she were attempti > evade his touchi My baby… I’ll keep you safe..he murabled, her voice tinged with h nxiety.

Is she having a nightmare? Is she ou concerned for the baby in her belly y hat she’s willing to risk berowie??he contemplated. His gaze arkened slightly.

Soon after, she started mumbling again, “Riley… I’ll find you soon. I… I’ll delefinitely come to you. I won’t… let you suffer…”

Warren’s eyes grew even darker. After a moment, a bitter, mocking laugh estscaped from his throat.

Eve ith her dreams, she was thinking of the child in her womb and her frieiet &R Raley Warren couldn’t help but wonder if he held any place in her heart.

I probably don’t even hold a place in her heart,” he mused.

If there had been a place for him in her heart, she wouldn’t have been so heartless astotde leave him, not even granting him an opportunity.

Ironically even though he had forgotten their past relationship, he appeared dot still be under her influence.

Amelia, if you have even a trace of feelings for me, then I…” he whispered, here urned away and exited the ward.

Staying in the room and distening to her call others’ names only made him come to have a ddeeper understanding of just how much of a failure he was in the pastst.

Nevertheless, the moment he opened the door to the ward, her whispers once again seeped intothisiscars.

Warren… I’m sony…..”

Warren suddenly halted di isistricks and turned to gaze at Ame was still soundly asleep.

He thought, Is she… apologizing?

Is she apologizing to me?

Did I appear in her dreams, toob?

Do i still hold a place in her heart?

Warren tightly pursed his lips, hesitating briefly. Eventually, he let out a faint sigh, closed the ward door once mom, adoreturned to the bedside.

His fingers gently brushed against her lisasheemused, “Do you really leeloremorseful toward me? If that’s the case, davys you ever considered how you’ll make it up to me?”

However, she remained in deep slumber, and the only reply he received was the room’s continued silence.

Amelia felt like she had a long dream. In her dream, the baby in her belly was in distress, as if some unseen force was attempting to take the baby away from her, and she fought with all her might to protect her child.

In her dream, she saw Riley once more. Riley was in agony, covered in injuries, and crying out in pain. Amelia desperately wanted to get closer to her friend, but she was stopped by a mass of looming black shadows that seemed to bar her way.

Lastly, she dreamed of Warren and everything that happened in the past. Warren stared at her with an impassive expression and asked, “Amelia, do you regret it? If you just say you’re sorry, I’ll forgive you.”

She didn’t regret it, but she really hoped he could forgive her.

The last thing she wanted was for him to blame her and hate her.

When Amelia slowly opened her eyes, the first things she saw were the pitch-blackness outside the window, the lights in the room, and Warren, who was sitting on the couch by the wall.

For a moment, Amelia couldn’t tell whether she was still dreaming or if it was reality.

Only when Warren stood up and walked to her, asking if she was awake did she suddenly come back to her senses and ask, “You… Why are you here?”