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

when we have so much unfinished

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head resting on Ethan's lap. I hated relinquishing her, even to her

Ethan's solemn gaze in the rearview mirror. "Ethan, can you

he responded, his small voice shaking but

and Aria help take care of her. Mr. Night is going to take you

gently placing his small hand over his

his voice, the way he stroked Angela's hair away from her face-it pierced my

is my

going to die?" Aria's terrified question shattered

I could hear the fear beneath his forced

waking up..."

his voice rising. "Mama won't die! She

the steering wheel tighter, my knuckles turning

to keep my voice steady, "Mr. Night... I won't let anything

caught a glimpse of Aria's

hates you," she declared, her childish

from a five-year-old in distress. I forced a bitter smile. “Hate me if you want.

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the children as we hurried through the

immediate attention," I called out, the word

was still my wife. She

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

behind them.

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

my

and out

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

sudden,"