The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 170

Chapter 170: The Weight of Her in My Arms Angela POV

The chaos around us faded into a dull roar.

Christina was screaming something at William, who stood paralyzed, his face drained of

color.

Evan was already on the phone, presumably calling for an ambulance. None of it

mattered.

All I could focus on was Angela's face. Even unconscious, even with blood matting her hair, she was beautiful. If things were different, if she wasn't injured, having her lie quietly in my arms like this would have been...

"Mommy!" Aria's terrified wail cut through everything, her small body rushing toward us. Ethan was right behind her, his eyes-my eyes-wide with panic though he was clearly struggling to remain calm.

"She's breathing," I told them, trying to sound reassuring despite the fear clawing at my throat. "But we need to get her to a hospital right away."

"An ambulance will take too long," I decided, already moving toward the elevator. "We're

going now."

I turned briefly, fixing William with a stare so cold it seemed to physically make him

recoil.

I'll never forgive him-no way. But now's just not the time.

The elevator ride down was excruciating. Each second felt like an eternity as Angela remained motionless in my arms.

Ethan and Aria stood pressed against my legs, both silently crying. I wanted to comfort

them, to assure them everything would be alright, but the words stuck in my throat.

You can't leave me, I thought fiercely, gazing down at Angela's pale face. Not when I've

Not when we have so much unfinished between

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carefully placed Angela across the back seat, her head resting on Ethan's lap. I hated relinquishing her, even to her own son, but

"Ethan, can you help watch

he responded, his small voice shaking

Mr. Night is going to take you all

Ethan nodded, gently placing his small hand over his

be okay. You won't be hurt. You'll be fine." The tenderness in his voice, the way he stroked Angela's hair away from her

my son

to die?" Aria's

though I

up..." Aria's voice

his voice rising. "Mama won't

the steering wheel tighter, my knuckles turning white as I navigated through

my voice steady, "Mr. Night... I

glimpse of Aria's tear-streaked face

declared, her childish voice thick

more than they should have, coming from a five-year-old in distress. I forced a bitter smile. “Hate me if you

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as we hurried through the automatic doors.

the word 'wife' slipping out naturally

that moment, in my heart, she was still my

gurney. I watched helplessly as they wheeled her away, the doors to the emergency ward

behind them.

Ethan and Aria sat huddled together on uncomfortable plastic chairs. Neither child had spoken since Angela

sound of hurried footsteps drew my attention to the corridor, where Thomas

looking flustered and out of

this is a disaster," he gasped, adjusting his glasses. "What happened? How did Ms. Wilson

was sudden," I replied