NovelEnglishHelp Me Keep My Baby Cradled in Mitchel's arms was Raegan's frail figure.
Raegan's complexion matched the pallor of a blank sheet, and her brow glistened with a sheen of cold sweat.
Panicked, Mitchel tightened his embrace and blurted out nervously, "What's going on?" Clutching his wrist feebly, Raegan
implored, "My baby...
It hurts...
Please, save our baby..." After saying this, Raegan fainted away.
Mitchel's pupils suddenly shrank.
Without a second thought, he scooped Raegan up and strode into the hospital.
"Mr. Dixon." Henley rose to his feet, concern marring his face.
"Please, look after her well." Halting mid-step, Mitchel turned around and icily retorted, "Mind your own business.
If you dare to touch her again, you won't get away with it so easily." A trace of menace tinged Mitchel's voice, sending shivers
down the spines of those who heard him.
Mitchel then resumed his course into the hospital.
The bodyguards glanced discreetly at Henley, who was now standing battered.
After all, they had struck him viciously just moments ago.
With one of his arms dislocated, Henley could still stand up as if nothing had happened despite his other injuries.
The bodyguards found themselves questioning the true extent of Henley's capabilities.
Yet, Henley didn't seem to care about his injuries at all as he walked steadily toward his car.
Settling into the backseat, he dialed a number, his voice devoid of emotion.
"Arrange a pickup.
Also, let him know I accept his offer." After hanging up the phone, Henley stretched his legs, leaned against the seat with his
eyes closed.
He exclaimed in his mind that a man with a weak spot was so easy to handle.
Would Mitchel go nuts if there was really something between him and Raegan? A sly grin emerged on Henley's face in the
darkness, amused by the mere thought.
......
In the hospital.
Gazing down at Raegan, now in the emergency room, the doctor queried, "Mr.
Dixon, are you certain you want to induce a miscarriage? Saving the mother takes precedence.
Beyond that..." Mitchel hesitated, clearly torn.
To be honest, it was the best time to get rid of this kid.
After all, he still assumed it wasn't his kid.
Yet, recalling Raegan’s fierce resolve to keep the baby, he knew she'd despise him if he caused the loss of her baby, and
undoubtedly leave him.
Weighing between Raegan and the kid, he realized he couldn't bear to lose her.
team took Raegan into the operating room for further evaluation.
Waiting outside the emergency room, Mitchel recalled what Raegan had just said, and a thought crossed his mind.
Could this baby, perhaps, be his? By the time Raegan regained consciousness, it was nearly noon.
She felt a minor itch at the back of her hand and stared vacantly at the see-through IV tube, watching the fluid slowly drip.
A sense of unease gripped her heart as she noticed a suited man beside her bed.
"Feeling better?" Mitchel inquired, devoid of emotion, as he picked up a cushion and tried to put it behind her back..
Before he could get close to Raegan, Raegan flapped the cushion to the ground.
She glared at him, her eyes icy, and snapped, "What have you done to my baby?” Mitchel's lips tightened, his face taking on a
somber hue.
Raegan's eyes seethed with such loathing that she saw nothing else.
Her voice quivered as she yelled, "Mitchel, you’re a monster!” "Do you still want to argue with me after all this?” Mitchel retorted,
a frown etching his features.
Seeing his lack of concern, Raegan disregarded the IV needle in her hand and waved it angrily, saying, "Give my baby back!”
Her sudden motion caused the needle to yank at her skin, and blood oozed out instantly.
"Are you out of your mind, Raegan?” Mitchel exclaimed, his face contorted at the sight of this, grasping her hand tightly as his
veins bulged in distress.
The back of her delicate hand was swollen, and the needle flew out after the violent pull.
The wound was bleeding, but Raegan didn't care about it at all.
She questioned Mitchel hysterically, "How can you be so cold-blooded and ruthless? It was a piece of life! It was my baby!"
Mitchel blanched, gripping Raegan tightly and murmuring, "I did nothing." Confused, Raegan asked, "What do you mean?" Just
then, a knock resounded at the door.
"Time to change the IV for Bed No.
34," announced the head nurse, entering with a medical cart.
She paused, taken aback by the scene before her.
Rushing over, she scolded Mitchel, "What's happening here? The patient is in a fragile condition.
How could you agitate her? You might look refined, but your actions are barbaric.
If this continues, I'll call the authorities." Upon uttering those words, the head nurse felt a twinge of apprehension.
Méitchel’s imposing demeanor suggested he held considerable sway.
Still, how could he intervene in the medical treatment, especially one as vulnerable as Raegan right now? It wasn't hard to
surmise that Mitchel might have a volatile temperament behind closed doors.
Raegan seemed to be the same age as her daughter, and this thought spurred the head nurse to overcome her initial hesitation.
Steeling herself, she continued, "I suggest you leave now, sir.
Your stay could negatively affect the patient's emotional state." Mitchel's face paled, his jaw clenched.
Clearly, the nurse's audacity had pissed him off.
Nevertheless, he departed without a word.
The room's stifling atmosphere lifted as soon as Mitchel exited.
After some hesitation, Raegan inquired, "Excuse me, may I know about my baby..." Concentrating on disinfecting Raegan's
wound, the head nurse replied, "Don't worry.
You need additional nourishment.
The baby's growth is a bit behind schedule, so the doctor has ordered a special nutritional supplement for you." Seizing the
nurse's arm, Raegan questioned eagerly, "Does this mean my baby is still alive?” The nurse gave her an odd look and replied,
"Absolutely." For a moment, Raegan was in disbelief, gazing at the nurse in astonishment.
The head nurse went on, “Your husband is really something.
The younger nurses were singing his praises this morning, talking about how good-looking and attentive he is to you.
I never thought he'd act like this toward you!” Embarrassed, Raegan clarified, "He's not to blame.
| got so emotional that I yanked the IV out myself." The head nurse's eyes widened.
"So, he didn't do it?” Raegan shook her head.
Grinning sheepishly, the head nurse remarked, "Seems like I misjudged him.
He has been by your side the entire night." However, Raegan couldn't help but speculate whether Mitchel had stayed to seize an
opportunity to harm her when she was awake.
Changing the IV bag, the head nurse left without another word.
Soon after, the measured sound of footsteps resonated from the corridor.
Feeling unsettled, Raegan instinctively didn't want to see Mitchel.
So she closed her eyes, feigning sleep.
Mitchel entered the room, noticing the anxious quiver of Raegan's eyelashes.
He internally scoffed, thinking she was quite the poor actress.
Expressionless, he opened the lunchbox, releasing the savory scent of porridge into the room.
Having spent a restless night, Raegan felt her stomach suddenly rouse.
She loved this particular type of porridge.
"Time to eat," Mitchel stated tersely.
Determined to avoid facing him, Raegan kept her eyes closed.
But her stomach betrayed her with a loud rumble.
Mitchel's derisive snort gave away her charade.
Reluctantly, Raegan sat up, readying the foldable table for her meal.
She might not be hungry, but she couldn't let her baby starving.
But the problem was that she couldn't have the porridge by herself, since her hands were injured.
Seeing this, Mitchel put the porridge into a small bowl] and fed her with a spoon.
Observing his stern countenance, Raegan hesitated before suggesting, "Perhaps you could ask a nurse to feed me?" Mitchel
fixed her with a piercing, infuriated gaze.
"So, do you want this food or not?" Helpless, Raegan accepted the spoonful of porridge without further complaint.
It was uncharacteristic for Mitchel to take care of someone.
To his surprise, Raegan was rather cooperative.
Mitchel couldn't help but imagine if they had a daughter, would she be as adorable and well-behaved as Raegan during meals?
After only managing a small bowl, Raegan couldn't take any more.
Mitchel set the bowl aside and rang the service bell.
Someone arrived to clear the table.
Once they were alone, Raegan cleared her throat and queried, “Mitchel, what will it take for you to agree to a divorce?"
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