เข้าสู่ระบบEvery time Ashton heard a soft groan escape Avery’s lips, his heart seemed to stop beating. He stood in the corner of the room, watching a nurse replace Avery’s IV bag with trembling hands. The man who could usually control millions of dollars with a single signature now felt like dust, powerless in the face of the pain endured by the woman he loved most.Doctor Harris pulled Ashton out of the room, his face showing exhaustion equal to the worry he carried.“Mr. Knight, I have to tell you once again. Her condition isn’t improving as quickly as we hoped,” the doctor said in a low tone. “Continuing this pregnancy with recurring complications is extremely risky. If a major complication occurs, the choice will no longer be about the fetus, but the mother’s life. If her blood pressure spikes again or severe bleeding occurs, we could lose them both.”Ashton shut his eyes tightly. The words “lose them both” echoed in his head like a death bell. He had just regained his memory. He had just re
Outside the procedure room, Ashton paced endlessly. Lucy and Sarah sat in the waiting chairs, their faces filled with anxiety. Every minute felt like an hour. Every sound from inside the room made their hearts pound violently. Ashton blamed himself. If only he had not lost his memory, if only he had been by Avery’s side during the past two months, perhaps none of this would have happened.After what felt like an eternity, Doctor Harris emerged from the procedure room. His face looked serious, and there was even a hint of despair there.“Doctor! How is Avery? How is our baby?” Ashton immediately approached, his voice hoarse and filled with fear.Doctor Harris let out a long breath. “Miss Avery is stable for now. We managed to stop the contractions. However…” The doctor paused, looking at Ashton with a gaze that implied bad news. “The fetal heartbeat is weak, Mr. Knight. And based on the ultrasound examination, the fetus is not developing as it should. We detected signs of severe intrau
After a heated argument with Doctor Harris and Lucy’s intervention, Ashton was finally allowed into Avery’s treatment room. The conditions were strict: only five minutes, and he must not cause any disturbance.Ashton stepped into the dim room. The soft beeping of the heart monitor machine was the only sound. On the bed, Avery looked so small and fragile. Her once radiant face was now pale, her cheekbones prominent, and dark circles framed her tightly closed eyes.Avery’s breathing sounded deep and heavy; occasionally she whimpered in her sleep, as if even in dreams she was still chased by pain. An IV line was connected to the back of her hand, which now looked extremely thin.Ashton sat on the chair beside the bed. He could not hold back his tears when he saw Avery’s belly, now beginning to slightly swell beneath the thin blanket. There was a life he had forgotten. There was proof of their love that had nearly been destroyed by Carol Bennet’s selfishness.“Ave…” he whispered very soft
Ashton Knight stood upright in the middle of the room. He no longer looked like the dazed man who stared at the world with empty eyes. His sharp gaze now glimmered with returning intelligence, yet behind it lay a wound so deep. He remembered everything. He remembered how he had looked at Avery coldly in the hospital.He remembered how he had been influenced to call the woman he loved the most “a stranger seeking profit.” And he remembered how he had allowed Carol Bennet to poison his mind over the past two months.“Bastard,” he whispered softly. His voice was hoarse, heavy with anger toward himself.Downstairs, the atmosphere was far more chaotic. Carol Bennet stood in front of the large living room window, her hand gripping the handle of a porcelain teacup until her knuckles turned white. Her usually perfectly composed face now appeared cracked by blazing fury.After being driven away yesterday, she decided to return to see Ashton without the slightest sense of shame or guilt. In fro
That night, in the quiet villa of Carol Bennet, Ashton lay on his bed. The headache from his encounter with Adelia earlier still lingered faintly, yet unease continued to haunt him. He tried to sleep, but his mind refused to rest. Something whispered, something urgent, telling him that there was an important part of himself he needed to find.When he finally fell asleep, the nightmare came again. This time clearer, more terrifying, like a documentary film he was watching firsthand.He was inside a helicopter. The roaring sound of the blades was deafening. Beside him sat a woman. Her hair was long, her face filled with anxiety, yet her eyes looked at him with deep love. Ashton tried to reach for her hand. The soft scent of her perfume, a mixture of rose and vanilla, felt incredibly familiar.Suddenly, a violent jolt struck. The helicopter lurched. The window glass shattered, and roaring wind rushed in with a deafening noise. There were screams, panic. And just before the fatal impact,
In the quiet hospital room, Avery lay with her eyes closed, her body feeling so weak as if all her energy had been completely drained. The IV line was still attached to the back of her hand, becoming her only connection to life.The cold air from the air conditioner intensified the piercing sense of loneliness. Beside the bed, her phone vibrated softly. Avery reached for it with trembling hands. An unknown number appeared on the screen, but she recognized the area code from a correctional facility. Oliver.Avery’s breath caught. She did not know what she should feel. Sadness? Surprise? Or exhaustion because the past seemed unwilling to let her go? After a moment of hesitation, she decided to answer it.“Hello?” Avery’s voice sounded hoarse and weak, barely audible.“Avery? It’s me, Oliver.” Oliver’s voice sounded slightly rough, yet there was sincere concern within it. “I heard about Ashton. The helicopter accident in Dubai, right? The news reached here and became a topic of discussio







