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    She nced at the driver and said,


    “Follow her. But keep your distance.”


    Meanwhile, at Jazmah Hopevale Hospital, inside the harsh white glow of the emergency room, Noah stood silently, his broad shoulders slumped with exhaustion.


    The process of gastricvage had been grueling.


    A doctor approached, his white coat rustling faintly as he walked up. His voice was professional, but there was a clear undercurrent of reproach.


    “Sir, your wife is stable now. We performed gastricvage just in time. She and the baby… they’re both safe—for now.”


    The doctor wasn’t finished. His tone grew firmer.


    “That said, her emotional state is highly vtile. Elevated stress levels are putting the pregnancy at risk. Whatever happened between you two—”


    He paused, searching Noah’s face, before adding,


    “You need to find a way tomunicate with her. Properly. For everyone’s sake. In her current condition, another emotional shock could do real harm. As her husband, you should try to understand her… be gentler. She needs emotional care now more than ever.”


    Noah’s jaw tightened. A shadow flickered in his eyes.


    Husband? Wife? Baby?


    Each word struck like a hollow bell—too familiar, yet foreign. They rolled off someone else’s tongue with ease, but to him, they felt… wrong, like lines from a script he didn’t remember writing.


    His voice was t, a sharp contrast to the doctor’s worry.


    “Noted. You can go now.”


    The doctor hesitated, lips parting as if to say more, but in the end, he only exhaled quietly, gave a weary shake of his head, and walked out of the room.


    Silence settled in like a heavy fog.


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    Noah turned toward the hospital bed.


    Then, a flicker of movement—Hailey’sshes trembled, and slowly, her eyes opened.


    The moment her gazended on him, her breath hitched.


    Tears gathered like storm clouds, and then spilled over in silent sobs.


    She didn’t say a word—just cried, her frail frame quivering.


    To anyone else, it would’ve been heartbreaking.


    Hailey knew exactly what she was doing.


    She knew the ache of sorrow would soften Noah’s edges.


    The sight of her breaking down would twist something in him.


    After what felt like an eternity, she finally looked up, eyes ssy and red-rimmed, her voice barely a whisper.


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