The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 128 The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife Chapter 128: The Truth About Elizabeth Angola POV 1 hurried through the hospital corridors toward the high-end word. Thomas's panickid call had cut through my professional leavingwith little choice but to come.

As I approached the nurses' station, I overheard a conversation that hadeslow my steps, "He's already coughing up blood. If Mr. Shaw continues to refuse treatment and the necessary rest, we cannot guarantee his safety The doctor's voice was sharp with frustration.

"Dr. Keller, I'm truly sorry, When Mr.

1. dr. Shaw wakes up, I'll do my best to convince him," Thomas replied, his tone defeated.

"If he's intent on suicide, he shouldn't waste our tand resources of the hospital. We have too many patients who genuinely want to live and need our help.

I froze, my breath catching in my throat. Despite everything that had happened between us, the thought of Sean deliberately harming himself sent a chill down my spine. The doctor's harsh assessment suggested this was far more serious than I'd imagined.

After the doctor stormed off, I spotted Thomas leaning against the wall, hands shoved deep in his pockets, shoulders hunched in dejection. I hesitated before approaching him.

"Ms. Wilson." Thomas straightened when he saw me, looking exhausted behind his glasses.

He quickly turned away, taking a deep breath. I waited silently as he gathered himself. When he finally faced expression was professional, though strained with worry.

I gently placed my hand on his shoulder. "Where is he now?" "He just cout of emergency treatment. He's in the ICU for observation." "Taketo him," I said, my voice steadier than I felt.

"Yes, Ms. Wilson." As we walked through the long, sterile corridors, Thomas repeatedly thankedfor coming "I'm truly grateful you came, Ms. Wilson. I didn't know what else to do."again, his "Did you only contact me? What about his family? Victoria or Alexander?": 1 asked, wondering why I was the one being called for this.

"Ms. Wilson, this has happened before. If Mr. Shaw would listen to his family, things wouldn't have progressed to this point." "What about Christina Jordan? I thought he valued her opinion. The words felt bitter on my tongue.

"Honestly, he doesn't listen to anyone. I'm deeply concerned about him." swallowed hard, pushing aside personal feelings. "How severe is his stomach condition?" Very serious. The doctors say it's acute gastric ulcers with risk of perforation." "Has he been refusing treatment all along?" 1/3 Chapter 128: The Truth About Elizabeth "Not entirely. Mr. Shaw occasionally takes medication, but he barely rats. It's as if he's completely lost interest in food, not that he's deliberately avoiding it.” "That sounds like sform of anorexia," I observed.

"The doctors haven't diagnosed it as such. Sometimes when he's in the mond, he'll eat a little, but it's care." "How long has this been going on?" "About three years, I think? I'm not certain of the exact timeline. Mr.Shaw's condition seems to have deteriorated significantly after Elizabeth passed away." I stopped abruptly, my heart skipping a beat. "What did you just say? "I was saying that when Elizabeth was still alive, Mr. Shaw's condition was much better. He drank, yes, but before visiting Elizabeth, he always strictly controlled himself-avoided alcohol completely so she wouldrt-smell it and worry. But since Elizabeth passed away, there's been no one who could restrain him." My world seemed to stop. Elizabeth-gone? The woman who had been more of a mother tothan my own, who had welcomedinto her family with open arms, who had taughtwhat unconditideal love truly meant was dead?

"Ms. Jordan has tried to persuade Mr.

m Shaw, but it's been completely ineffective. He even refuses to see her. But you're different, Ms. Wilson Mr. Shaw will listen to you, which is why I took the liberty of.." The content. is on novelenglish.net! Thomas's voice faded as a rushing sound filled my ears. The corridor seemed to blur around me. I felt my knees weaken, and then darkness claimed me.

The first sensation was pain-a sharp ache in my chest that had nothing to do with the fall. Elizabeth is gone. The thought consumedcompletely.

In the five years I'd been away, I had imagined countless changes that might have occurred in my absence. I'd pictured Sean marrying Christina, Christina having his child, even the Shaw Tower being renamed-but never once had I considered that Elizabeth might no longer be in this world. My eyes flew open suddenly, and I gasped for air.

"You're awake," familiar voice said.

I turned to find Sean sitting beside my bed, his face tired and drawn. For a moment, our eyes locked-emerald green meeting my gaze with an intensity that made my breath catch. He opened his mouth as if to speak, then closed it again, uncertainty written. across his features. ng the slight dizziness that accompanied the movement. "When?" I asked, my voice low but firm.

I pushed myself up, ignoring eans es widened slightly, recognizing immediately what I was asking.

When did she die?" I clarified, my y voice breaking despite my best efforts.