The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 234 Ex-Wife Chapter 234: Symptoms of Anorexial Angela Pov Morning light flooded through the villa windows as I stepped into the dining room, where Christopher at reviewing documents.

He looked up, his practiced smile appearing like a mask hed perfected over years of business negotiations "Good morning, Angela," I took a seat across from him, dispensing with pleasantries. "What arrangements have you ou made for Sean?" Christopher's smile faltered slightly. "You're quite direct this morning." Words mean nothing without action," I replied, keeping my voice study. . "How do I know you're actually going to help him?" He set his papers aside, givinghis full attention. "What would convince you of my sincerity?" Showpool. Make the arrangements while I'm present." Christopher studiedfor a moment, then picked up his phone. "You want proof? I'll give you proof" He dialed a number, putting the call on speaker. “Dr. Reynolds? Christopher Blake. How is our patient doing after yesterday's treatment? Any improvement with the abdominal wound?" A pause. see. Continue with the current protocol and keepupdated hourly. Remember, spare no expense for his care.

"What about transfer preparations?" Christopher continued. "I want him ready to move as soon as he's stable. Make all necessary arrangements." Another pause. "Good. That's what I expect." After ending the call, he looked atwith an expectant expression. How's that for proof?" "It's a start," I admitted, "but I still want to see him before he leaves.

"That's not possible, Angela." "Why not?" I demanded. "If you claim to care about me, why denythis?" Christopher's jaw tigh s jaw tightened. "Because seeing him would only complicate matters. Trust that I'm doing what's be best "What's best for whom?" I challenged. "Letsee him, Christopher. I need to know he's safe." "No." His tone was final. The doctors w will arrive this afternoon. He receive the best care possible and be transported to New York when stable. That's all I can offer." 1 rose from my chair, frustration coursing through me. "Your promises mean nothing without verification." Angola- "Tll be in my room," I cut him off, turning toward the door.

He called after me, Tll have David wait outside Sean's room. He can report back on the treatment progress if you'd like." I paused but didn't turn around. "Fine." 1/3 Chapter 234: Symptoms of Anorexia Back in my suite, I paced anxusly, my mind racing. Christopher warranging medical care for Sean, but was it genuine? Or merely an elaborate performance to pacify me? 1 needed to find David. He was my only potential ally in this glided lann.

My opportunity cthat afternoon when I spotted David in the hatway outside my room "Mrs. Wilson," he greeted formally, glancing around to ensure we were alone. How are you feeling today?" "Did the medical team arrive yesterday?" I asked, keeping my voice low. "For Sean?" David nodded. "Yes, they cas promised. The best specialists from the mainland." Relief washed through me. "And Sean? How is he?" "Still unconscious," David replied, his expression grave. "But his condition is stable. They're monitoring him closely.

My heart constricted at the news. "He hasn't woken up at all?" "No, not yet. But the doctors seem optimistic." 1 leaned closer. "When will they move him to New York?" "Once he's stable enough for travel. Perhaps a few days." David hesitated. "Mrs. Wilson, I shouldn't be telling you this." "I appreciate your help," I said sincerely. "I just need to know he'll be safe." "Christopher is keeping his word, at least regarding the medical care David's voice dropped even lower. "But be careful. You're playing a dangerous game." Before I could respond, footsteps echoed down the hallway. David straightened, his face instantly becoming an expressionless mask "Good morning." Christopher's voice cfrom behind me. "What's happening here?" "Nothing," I replied. "Just asking David about dinner options." Christopher's skeptical gaze shifted between us. "I see. Well, I've had the chef prepare your favorites in the dining room." At the table, Christopher watched as I pushed food around my plate barely eating "You need to eat, Angela," he urged gently. "You've hardly touched anything for days now." The thought of eating made my stomach turn. "I'm not hungry." -When will Sean return to New York?" I asked, changing the subject, Christopher sighed. "When the doctors determine he's ready for travel. I've already arranged everything." I want a specific date, not vague promises." "Everything depends on his medical condition, Christopher replied. But I expect within the week." I set my fork down, rising from my seat. I'm finished." 2/3 Chapter 234: Symptoms of Anorexia "You've barely eaten anything? Christopher protested, concern evident in his voice. "Angela, please, have a few more bites." "I can't," I said simply, already healing for the door, "You've lost weight, he called after me. "I'm worried about you." I paused in the doorway. "My health isn't your concem. Focus on keeping your promise about Sean."

Later that afternoon, I caught Christopher speaking in hushed m tones with what appeared to be a with doctor outside my room. When they saw me, the conversation abruptly ceased. "Angela," Christopher said, attempting to sound casual. "This is Dr. Martinez. He's part of the medical team caring for Sean The doctor nodded politely. "Mrs. Wilson." I studied him skeptically, "How is Sean doing?" "His condition remains stable," Dr. Martinez replied. "With continued care, he should recover well.* After the doctor left, Christopher lingered. "He's also concerned about you," he admitted.

"Me? Why?" Your eating habits, your weight loss. Christopher's expression softened. The signs point to a potential eating disorder, Angelà 1 laughed bitterly. "So now I'm the patient? How convenient for you "This isn't a game, Christopher insisted. "Your health matters to

"The only thing that matters is ensuring Sean's safe return to New York, 1 resp 1 responded coldly. "Once that happens, perhaps I'll have an appetite again."

As I turned to enter my room, Christopher called out softly, om "Whatever you believe about me, Angela, I don't want to see you suffer- I closed the door without responding, leaning heavily against it.

My reflection in the mirror caught my attention. I did look thinner, my cheekbones more pronounced, dark circles shadowing my eyes. But my physical state seemed trivial compared to Sean's situation.

Why did this man-this si stranger whose face I couldn't even remember-matter so much to me? Chapter Comments LIKE POST COMMENT NOW