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Chapter 216 She Didn’t Need His Love
The obstetrician spoke gently but gravely, her tone heavy with sympathy. “Mrs. Flynn… I’m so sorry…”
The words echoed painfully, shattering Hadley from within. A chill raced through her veins, freezing every nerve. The world blurred, and her breath caught sharply.
Beyond the curtain, Eric felt the same icy dread seize his heart.
He didn’t need to hear more–he knew what had happened. Their child, the one he’d barely begun to grasp the existence of, was gone before he’d even truly known them.
He ignored hospital protocol, yanking the curtain aside and rushing desperately to Hadley’s bedside.
“Mr. Flynn, you can’t go inside!” A nurse called urgently, stepping forward to stop him.
But Eric brushed past her, desperate to reach Hadley’s side. “Move aside!”
Rules be damned–nothing would keep him away from Hadley now.
“Hadley!”
Eric rushed frantically to her bedside, pulling her into his embrace, as though sheer strength alone could shield her from the devastation. He glared furiously at the medical team, his voice a raw, anguished accusation. “Why aren’t you doing anything? First, you let our child slip away–and now you’re standing idle while my wife suffers?”
His arms tightened instinctively around Hadley’s trembling frame.
Yet just as suddenly, his anger faded, replaced by a fragile tenderness as he turned to Hadley. “It’s alright,” he murmured softly into her hair, voice breaking slightly. “We’re young. We’ll have another chance… I promise, we’ll try again…”
Though he attempted
eassurance, Eric’s eyes betrayed his sorrow, reddening with tears he refused to let fall.
Hadley remained quiet, dazed in his arms.
Was he truly… grieving their child?
“Ugh…”
Just then, another sharp wave of pain seized her, wrenching a cry from her lips.
Eric snapped again, desperation bleeding into his anger, “Are you deaf? Do something, damn it! Don’t just stand
there!”
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silence, until all eyes settled anxiously on the obstetrician.
stepping forward cautiously. “Mr. Flynn, please understand. Your wife–she didn’t lose the child. There was never a miscarriage. Mrs. Flynn…
to replace his rage. “Wait… What
frozen, stunned into silence. He blinked blankly, shifting his
was far more visceral. She shot upright,
this
period had never come, and she’d even taken a test. Had
gently, immediately moving
heavily against him before addressing the doctor again, voice steady but edged with quiet intensity. “Are you absolutely certain? My wife wouldn’t have
perspiration beading subtly on her forehead, maintained her professional
tension.
rare but not unheard
Hadley. “Mrs. Flynn, how exactly did
further with every
There’s also another possibility- your body might have reacted
jolted painfully at the doctor’s words, her grip tightening involuntarily on
such medication, eager
led to
confirm pregnancy through blood tests at the hospital. Mr. and
her as
least now Eric’s anxious heart could
looked tenderly down at Hadley, noticing her quiet suffering. His voice softened, concern clear as he
she allowed herself
replaced moments later by an
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he confirmed her shoulder was
a reassuring nod and gently. instructed them on follow–up care, “It’s nothing serious. Just avoid any strenuous activity for
the dosage and timing before declaring her
Eric himself focused entirely on Hadley, carrying her out of the
eyes shut the entire time. The weight of the misunderstanding
The baby, she had thought, would be the end of their entanglement. A
Elissa’s sake, this situation now felt entirely different–far more
pregnancy, their
for that–not physically, not
her silence for awkwardness. Reaching out, he brushed his fingers gently against her cheek, his touch warm, grounding. “Hadley, do you know something?” His voice was softer than she expected, almost… pleased. “I don’t think I’ve ever been this happy.”
open, confusion flickering in
Happy?
she wondered if she had misheard. What could he
she saw it–joy, pure and unguarded, lighting up his
But why?
her ear before his fingers lingered, tracing down to her jaw. His expression was unreadable, yet undeniably
laced with something deep, something almost tender. “Your intention was.” He held her gaze, unwavering.
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