Chapter Fifty-Three.

Patricia Walters sat still at the edge of the hospital bed, her fingers folding into each other between her thighs as deep breathes escaped her lips. The sound of the ticking clocks above her reverberated in her ears so the ward wasn’t entirely silent.

She awaited the doctor’s report, having been given some painkillers already and an ointment for her bruised joints and arms but she needed to see Bryson. Isa had given her a beating of her life—it was only natural that she made sure hidden pregnancy was not affected by it, that her baby was okay.

Hidden, it wasn’t about to stay that way for much longer.

Once the curtains swung open, her eyes immediately lit up at him, he walked in with the usual blue scrubs and headtie around his scalp, stethoscope around his neck and a clipboard in his hands.

“You’re free to go now, Ms Walters” His voice was deep and a wave of relief washed over her face. She clutched her chest as she pushed a lump down her throat. “But uhm—“ She paused, an arc coming