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

you again. Not when we have so much unfinished between

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

solemn gaze in the rearview mirror. "Ethan, can you help watch

can," he responded, his small

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

his small hand over

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

my

Aria's terrified question shattered the

though I could hear the fear

up..." Aria's

her head," Ethan insisted, his

my knuckles turning white as I

voice steady, "Mr. Night... I won't let

Aria's

Aria hates you," she declared, her childish voice thick with

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

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instructed the children as we hurried through the automatic doors. "Help is

I called out, the word 'wife' slipping out naturally despite

she was still

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

behind them.

uncomfortable plastic chairs. Neither child had spoken since Angela was taken away, their small faces

sound of hurried footsteps drew my attention to the corridor,

flustered and

"What happened? How did

sudden," I replied