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Chapter 25: How’s the Kid?

After some time, Imogen woke up in the dark, greeted by the smell of cleaning products.

Opening her eyes, she realized she was in a hospital room

“Imogen, are you awake? How do you feel?” Troy’s beautiful face came into view.

Imogen inadvertently placed her hands on her stomach.

“Not bad,” she replied, glancing out the window to see it was already dark

Her stomach rumbled twice.

“Do you want to eat? Shall I ask someone to bring you some food?”

“I’m worried that it will take too long. I’m very hungry already. Could you go to the store and buy me some food?” Imogen ooked into his eyes.

Troy, seeing Imogen’s soft and compliant expression, nodded, saying, “Okay, I’ll go buy it for you. Stay in the room and call the nurse if you need anything. Don’t get out of bed.

Imogen nodded

Once Troy left, Imogen rang the bell, and a nurse quickly arrived. “Do you need anything, or are you not feeling well?”

“Please tell me about my child, nurse…”

“The baby is fine. Based on the examination results, the fetal condition is not entirely stable, and your ankle is twisted. We recommend that you stay in bed and avoid walking for the next few days.”

Relieved with the answer she wanted, Imogen thanked the nurse.

“Thanks. Since you’re pregnant, we didn’t give you any oral medication. We only provided external medicine for your twisted ankle, which you should apply and replace regularly. You can be discharged tomorrow.”

“Alright, thank you.”

restaurant – meat, vegetables, soup, rice, a pear, and a bottle

go back? The nurse is here, and you can pick me

work tomorrow, call the driver to

would be inconvenient for you to stay alone. I’ve asked the driver

feeling her

Troy’s phone rang suddenly.

the screen, then left

up her ears, trying to eavesdrop, but Troy left before she could hear

helper stayed with Imogen in

after changing her medication, the

helper’s assistance, Imogen used a crutch to get to the

it was only

head, pouting

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the window at the fast–moving scenery, still eagerly anticipating

Imogen is easily swayed.

unwilling to

couldn’t go to work, so she had the helper bring her laptop

in her bedroom on the second floor, avoiding the

ensured

it was the helper with food, she said, “Just

first and then ark. It’s not too late,”

work now?” Imogen

“Exactly.”

laptop, and Troy placed the food on the table beside her bed

finishing, he came over to help Imogen

he had a bag in hand containing medicines for Imogen. It included both the new prescriptions from the hospital and the ones she took earlier