The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 128

The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 128: The Truth About Elizabeth

Angola POV

1 hurried through the hospital corridors toward the high-end word. Thomas's panickid call had cut through my professional leaving me with little choice but to come.

As I approached the nurses' station, I overheard a conversation that hade me slow my steps,

"He's already coughing up blood. If Mr. Shaw continues to refuse treatment and the necessary rest, we cannot guarantee his safety The doctor's voice was sharp with frustration.

"Dr. Keller, I'm truly sorry, When Mr.

1. dr. Shaw wakes up, I'll do my best to convince him," Thomas replied, his tone defeated.

"If he's intent on suicide, he shouldn't waste our time and resources of the hospital. We have too many patients who genuinely want to live and need our help.

I froze, my breath catching in my throat. Despite everything that had happened between us, the thought of Sean deliberately harming himself sent a chill down my spine. The doctor's harsh assessment suggested this was far more serious than I'd imagined.

After the doctor stormed off, I spotted Thomas leaning against the wall, hands shoved deep in his pockets, shoulders hunched in dejection. I hesitated before approaching him.

"Ms. Wilson." Thomas straightened when he saw me, looking exhausted behind his glasses.

He quickly turned away, taking a deep breath. I waited silently as he gathered himself. When he finally faced expression was professional, though strained with worry.

I gently placed my hand on his shoulder. "Where is he now?"

"He just came out of emergency treatment. He's in the ICU for observation."

to him," I said, my

"Yes, Ms. Wilson."

through the long, sterile corridors, Thomas repeatedly thanked me for

truly grateful you came, Ms. Wilson. I

me again, his

What about his family? Victoria or Alexander?": 1

this.

Wilson, this has happened before. If Mr. Shaw would listen to his family, things

thought he valued her opinion. The words felt bitter on my

anyone. I'm deeply

hard, pushing aside personal feelings.

Very serious. The

gastric ulcers with risk of

been refusing

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The Truth About

rats. It's as if

like some form of anorexia,"

when he's in the mond, he'll eat a little, but it's

long has this been

three years, I think? I'm not certain of

to have

Elizabeth passed away."

abruptly, my heart skipping a

was much better. He drank, yes, but before visiting Elizabeth, he always strictly controlled himself-avoided alcohol completely so she wouldrt-smell

my own, who had welcomed me into