Chapter 286

The nursing assistant opened the door, and the two entered the room.

Inside the VIP ward, everything was immaculate. A woman lay in bed, her delicate features contrasting with her pale complexion.

Tubes ran from her hand to a nearby IV. As Millie looked at her, a flicker of recognition crossed her mind.

After a moment of pondering, Millie identified the woman as Rylie, whom she had briefly met at Claudia’s birthday party.

Suddenly, Millie's eyes caught sight of a man’s coat in the corner trash can. It struck her that the coat might belong to Marcus,

and perhaps he had brought his wife here to explain why his coat ended up on another lady.

Rylie gradually opened her eyes upon hearing the noise. Surprise washed over her when she saw who it was, and she slowly sat

up.

“Why are you here? Take a seat.”

“No need to worry. | just wanted to make sure you're okay. Did the doctor examine you? Is the baby in your womb okay?” His

concern for Rylie was evident as he looked at her belly, acknowledging the precious life growing inside her.

“Thank goodness | survived by a narrow margin. | am so fortunate to have met you today. | didn’t expect that a simple dinner

outing would result in an accident. From now on, I'll stay home and take care of the baby,” Rylie said with a mix of relief and

determination.

Earlier in the day, Rylie had experienced discomfort and dizziness while in the restaurant's bathroom. Suddenly, she found

herself falling to the floor, clutching her belly in pain, with no one else around to help.

Struggling to regain her balance, Rylie managed to stand on her feet, only to find her legs stained with blood. Fear gripped her

heart, and her face tumed ashen with anxiety.

Tonight was meant to be a joyous celebration, marking her and her husband's first wedding anniversary. With a heart full of

longing for him, she had chosen to come to the restaurant where they had first met for dinner, hoping to relive the beautiful

memories they had shared. Little did she expect the night to take such a distressing turn, leaving her frightened and shaken.

Rylie’s eyes welled up with tears as she recounted her ordeal, and Millie offered her sincere sympathy. She remembered Bruce

mentioning that Rylie’s husband was a friend of Marcus’, but he had faced financial difficulties and ended up in jail.

Glancing at the nearby trash can, Rylie apologized to Marcus, “I’m sorry | got your coat dirty. | thought you might not want it

anymore, so] asked the nursing assistant to throw it away.”

As Marcus and Millie exchanged a knowing look, he raised his eyebrows, subtly indicating that she had misunderstood him.

Turning to Rylie, Marcus nodded reassuringly, understanding her intentions. “Don’t worry about the coat. It’s alright,” he said, his

voice gentle and understanding.

With a warm smile, Rylie tumed to Millie, expressing her apologies for their first encounter at the party. “I’m sorry back at the

party | wasn’t feeling well and had to leave early, so | didn’t get a chance to properly introduce myself. | must say, you look

beautiful without your mask on.”

As the truth emerged that Marcus had given the coat to Rylie, Millie felt a surge of enlightenment within her chest. Observing

Rylie, she couldn't help but notice the gentle and generous aura that surrounded her, coupled with a strong will that seemed to

emanate from her very bones.

With a warm smile, Millie assured Rylie, “It doesn’t matter. You should take good care of yourself and the baby. When the baby is

born, we will take care of it together.”

“Thank you.” Rylie expressed her gratitude, her eyes reflecting appreciation. “You should also have a child as soon as possible.

We can take care of them together. It will be more interesting. Although children can be mischievous, they're also incredibly cute

and full of life. They have the power to make you angry and, at the same time, bring you immense happiness.” Rylie glanced at

Millie's flat belly, her smile warm and encouraging.

Millie found herself taken aback by Rylie’s sudden suggestion. She hadn't anticipated the topic of having children being directed

at her. Feeling a mix of surprise and embarrassment, Millie struggled to find the right words to respond.

In that moment, Marcus intervened, breaking the tension. “It’s getting late. Please take care of yourself and the baby. We’re

heading back.”

As they exited the sterile confines of the hospital ward, the two maintained a rhythm in their stride akin to a delicate dance.

Marcus led the way, a seasoned navigator at sea, while Millie, his somewhat reluctant shipmate, followed. In an unforeseen turn

of events, she had wholly misunderstood him.