The thought of Brian brought a sharp pain to her heart and a tightness in her throat.
Feeling another pang in her stomach, Rosalynn quickly dismissed her melancholic thoughts, determined not to dwell on them.
âBe strong, little one.
Mommyâs here, and you need to be strong too,â she muttered under her breath.
Lyndon escorted her directly to a trusted obstetrician.
Following the examination, the doctor advised, âThe fetus is in a delicate condition.
Itâs best if you avoid any movement and stay here in the hospital for the next few days.
â
âAlright, thanks,â Lyndon expressed his gratitude to the doctor and then helped Rosalynn settle into the VIP ward they had booked in advance.
Soon, the medical staff began administering an IV drip to Rosalynn.
Lying silently on the hospital bed, she watched the IV fluids drip steadily.
Lyndon, having finished handling the necessary arrangements, sighed softly as he observed her.
He pulled up a chair next to her bed and reassured her, âDonât worry too much, Rosalynn.
Right now, the baby comes first.
â
Rosalynn grasped the implication of Lyndonâs words, slowly placing her hand on her lower abdomen and suppressing the bitterness that welled up in her heart.
âI know.
Iâll pull myself together,â she promised, for Brianâs sake as much as her own.
Lyndon noticed her pale lips and asked gently, âWould you Like some water?â
Pressing her lips together, Rosalynn shook her head.
Her thoughts drifted to the harrowing incident on the cliff.
âLyndon, are you and Tilda okay?â
After a moment of silence, Lyndon replied, âWeâre fine.
â
But was that really the case?
His worn expression suggested otherwise.
âIs Tilda blaming you?â Rosalynn ventured, thinking of how he had chosen to save her over Tilda.
âNo,â Lyndon denied quickly, not wanting to add to Rosalynnâs worries.
Rosalynn wasnât convinced.
âIâm sorry.
â
She felt awful that Tilda and Lyndon had an argument because of her.