Averill stayed in the hospital for two more days and was discharged earlier this morning. Noah... to her surprise, was there beside her until they got to their mansion. She's not used to how Noah acts right now, but she tries to understand that he's doing it for the child. 'Do not dream about your fantasies, Averill. Do not fantasize about having him fall for you. Just focus on your child right now. Focus on nurturing him and giving him everything for the next two weeks,' "Are you okay?" Noah asks her when he sees her frown. She immediately nods. It's not like she does not have a headache the whole time. It's just that something pricked her head, and it was really painful at that moment. Still, Averill is holding up really well. She needs to get monitored, so Noah hires two nurses to help Averill. There's also a doctor on standby just in case anything happens to her. "You have work, right? You should go now. Karl has been giving you the glares since we're at the hospital," Averill
"Hello? Hello? What happened? Kieffer?" Noah pulls the phone from his ear, the call is already dropped, and the last thing he hears is truly concerning. He stares at his phone and curses under his nose. His forehead forms sweat, and his hands are trembling from nervousness. "What's the matter, Noah?" Yanna holds his arm, pleading with him to tell her the situation because his face looks constipated after the call. Noah does not hear her. He cannot listen to her. His head is full of what-ifs and concerns for Averill and his son, Damien. He should not have left them alone. Noah should have stayed with them, with Averill. She's already suffering enough, and Noah... he promised to stay with her, to support her throughout this hell but look at where he is now... enjoying himself eating and leisurely going places with Yanna. "Noah? Noah? Hey!" Yanna shouts. Noah looks at her. Yanna is reaching her hand to his hand on the table. He pulls it away and stands up, perturbed. "What? You did
The doctors are now breathing in relief though they are still anxious about the baby. At least, for them, the baby survived the worst. If they're any second late, he... Damien could have had already said goodbye to his parents, who just met him. Noah is holding Averill while she desperately stands behind the glass wall to look at Damien, who's inside an incubator with a lot of tubes attached to him. The baby she thought was healthy looks really fragile to her right now. It drains all her energy, and she almost falls to the ground if not for Noah, who's supporting her. "You need to rest, Averill. I will talk to the doctors," "No, we will talk to them. This is my son we're talking about, Noah," she weakly argues to him. Noah assists her to the wheelchair and kneels in front of her. "Hey, I... I want you to know that it's not your fault," he tells her. Averill freezes in her spot. She could not remove her eyes from his obsidian pair of sad eyes. Averill does not respond and simply lo
"I'm sorry," Averill snapped when Laura shook her head as she delivered the result. There... there is no hope that Damien will be able to make it even after the surgery. Him, being a premature baby— undergoing surgery is already risky, let alone his weak constitution, he might not make it. Instead of prolonging his life, it might even shorten it more. Averill hopelessly cries in Noah's arms. Noah hugs her tight, hoping that it can comfort the heart of the mother who is losing her firstborn. The baby she took care of inside her for more than twenty weeks. The child she talks to every single night in bed. She's losing him. And Noah, with all his money, cannot do anything about it. *** "You told me everything's gonna be fine," Averill tells him in remorse. She touches the huge wall of glass that separates them from Damien. She stares at the kid who looks really tiny inside, with all the tubes connected to him that prolong his life. "You told me you'll do anything," Noah remains
Six hours before the party. "There's nothing I can do about it. We got nothing to do now, Noah. Damien, your son is still fighting, but after the last lab tests we did," Laura paused. Noah is the only one hearing about this. Averill broke down before when she heard about Damien's case that he could not endure surgery. And now, after some time that had passed, he's only growing weaker. Noah does not want Averill to know that any minute now, Damien could say goodbye to them. He thinks he cannot bear seeing Averill break into an even more fragile person than she already is. Noah talked to Laura for another minute and left for Averill and Damien. When he arrived there, Averill was playing with their son's little fingers. Smiling like the mother she is. He fished his phone out of his pocket when it vibrated. It's a text from Karl, informing him that everything's ready. "Noah," before he could even enter the room, Yanna reached for his arm and pulled him to her. Her eyes are begging
"How is he, doc?" Averill asked Laura urgently. Laura looked at Noah, who was just standing beside his wife. He looked back at him and made a small smile. A sad smile. "Laura? Tell me how my child is! My god! Do you know how cold he is earlier? I really panicked and rushed him here. He's going to be okay, right? He survived the attack yesterday. He's a really great boy, isn't he?" Laura stared at her with pity. "Averill," Noah called her, getting tired of seeing her acting this way now. "Noah, maybe we should buy new toys for him. Let's go shopping later. What do you think?" She smiled at him. "Noah? Are you listening? Noah?" Noah looked down. It's really sinking in him now. "Noah? Noah? Oh god, are you feeling unwell too?" she asked him, touching his face. "I was told I am born healthy, so maybe Damien got it from you?" she chuckled and touched Noah's cheeks. "Hey? Look at me. Are you alright?" Averill asked him again, but Noah kept looking down. "Stop," he whispers. "Stop this,
Noah's POV I woke up with a heavy body. My head feels like it's going to explode, and my entire system is messed up. I sit up from bed and scan the room. There are still a lot of empty bottles of beer on the floor and unopened bottles of wine on the table. I reached for my phone when it rang and answered the call without looking at the caller's ID. [Noah, I'm outside,] I ended it immediately upon hearing Yanna's voice. It has been three days since we all said goodbye to my son, and it has also been three days since Yanna kept knocking on the door of my penthouse. Sadly, I did not stay there last night. I stared at the huge wedding portrait of Averill and me in front of our bed. It was a picture we were forced to take before the actual marriage that I could not even attend. I cannot read any emotion on my face in the photo, but Averill... she's smiling like it was all real. As if everything that happened was something we willingly agreed upon and the marriage was not forced. What
"Noah," Averill called for him again, but Noah's eyes were set on Kieffer. If glares could kill a person, Kieffer might have had a place beside Damien now. Averill tried pulling her arm from Noah, but he tightened his grip. "Are you seriously fucking deaf, Hills?" Noah's voice becomes cold as he looks at the man holding his wife. Averill flinched when Noah's grip hurt her arm. Kieffer noticed it and clicked his tongue in annoyance. "Are you seriously fucking blind, Dalton? Your wife is hurting because of you." Kieffer let go of Averill, and Noah was pulling her at that time. She bumped into his chest, and Noah glared at her. Noah scoffed, smiling sarcastically at what Kieffer had said. He himself did not know why he stepped in and even called Averill his wife when he was about to divorce the woman. Averill looked at her with a pained face. His grip must really hurt. "Tsk," he pushed Averill to the ground, and the woman could not contain her balance and fell. Kieffer nervously tried