Unexpected Blessing After Divorce

Chapter 143 Cannot Walk

Yuliana rushed to the elevator, but the doors had already slid shut.

She hurriedly pushed the call button twice, but it was too late. The number on the elevator floor display had

changed from seven to six.

She had no choice but to wait for the next one.

The closest elevator was on the ninth floor, but it still didn’t move after a while.

Anxiety filled Yuliana as she waited.

The look that Christopher had given her stayed in her mind, causing her to become more and more anxious. Finally,

the elevator arrived.

The doors slid open. She immediately walked in and pushed the close button twice impatiently.

A middle-aged man and woman were also inside the elevator with her. They had tired expressions and empty eyes

as they stood leaning against the handrail in a corner.

The elevator soon arrived on the first floor.

Yuliana quickly exited the elevator and raced toward the parking lot. When she arrived, the gray car parked there

earlier was already gone. Only a few cars were scattered across the empty, open area.

The night breeze blew, bringing waves of coldness.

Yuliana stood silently for a while before she drew the lapels of her coat tighter and walked toward the gate.

Her phone rang, snapping her out of her daze. She took out her phone from her bag and glanced at the

screen.

It was Harry who called.

Yuliana answered the phone.

“Did you catch up to Christopher?” Harry asked from the other end of the phone. His voice was as calm as

ever.

Yuliana didn’t respond. The answer was obvious.

Harry was silent for two seconds and asked, “Where are you now? Should I arrange for someone to send you

home?”

“No.” Yuliana pushed her hair, blown into a mess from the wind, out of her face. “I’ll call for a taxi.”

Harry didn’t push further and only said, “Text me when you get home.”

Yuliana muttered an acknowledgment impassively and ended the call.

She absentmindedly walked to the gate, not paying attention to where she was going, and unexpectedly stepped on

a piece of gravel. Not fast enough to retract her foot, she sprained her ankle. A sharp pain shot up from her ankle

instantly.

Yuliana couldn’t move for a long time due to the pain. Before long, she was drenched in a cold sweat.

When the pain finally ebbed slightly, she slowly hunched down, picked up the stone by her feet, and threw it into the

flower bed next to her.

Then, she slowly moved her sprained foot forward.

She had only taken a few steps when the headlights from an oncoming car shone on her.

She looked up and vaguely figured out who the person in the car was. Her body stilled. She stood there, unmoving,

relieving the pressure from her right foot and placing all her weight on her other foot.

After a while, the car slowly came to a halt.

Christopher got out of the car and headed straight for Yuliana. He dropped his gaze to her foot and asked, “What’s

wrong with your foot?”

His voice was a little cold, not carrying any emotions.

Yuliana also glanced down at her foot. After two seconds, she replied, “I sprained it.”

Christopher asked, “Can you walk?”

Yuliana was about to nod when she suddenly paused. She lifted her gaze to Christopher. A vulnerable look crossed

her face, and her nose felt stuffy. She took a deep breath and said in a muffled voice, “I can’t.”

Christopher stared at her for a moment before silently turning around and getting in the car.

Yuliana felt the prick of tears at the back of her eyes as she watched his movement, and instantly, tears. brimmed

in her eyes.

She lowered her head and stood there quietly. Her figure looked particularly frail and lonely at that moment.

Christopher was about to start the car when he saw her standing there so vulnerably. His throat bobbed. Lowering

his window, he demanded, “Wait here.”

Before Yuliana could react, the car had already skirted past her and pulled up into the parking area she had passed

by earlier.

After parking the car, Christopher walked toward her with the car key in his hands.

Without saying anything, he crossed the area toward Yuliana and picked her up like a bride. He started walking

toward the emergency department with her in his arms.

Yuliana wasn’t heavy, but she was almost 110 pounds in her current pregnant state.

Christopher’s hold on her was particularly steady; it was as though he wasn’t straining at all in carrying her. It

reassured her.

Yuliana put her arms around his shoulders and couldn’t help but look up at him.

Neither of them spoke along the way.

When they arrived at the emergency department, the doctor examined Yuliana’s foot. Fortunately, there were no

injuries to her bones, so the doctor decided to only prescribe some medication for her.

Upon seeing that, Yuliana hurriedly asked, “Doctor, I’m pregnant. Will these medicines affect the baby?” After

hearing her question, the doctor’s face turned grave. He glanced at Christopher, who was standing behind Yuliana

with a cold look, and chastised, “Young man, how can you be this careless? Your wife is pregnant. Fortunately, she

only sprained her ankle. Can you imagine what would’ve happened if she fell?” Christopher pursed his thin lips and

stared at Yuliana’s hair without saying a word.