Lahat ng Kabanata ng Oops, My Sugar Baby is Alpha: Kabanata 101 - Kabanata 110

Ryan saw Isabella was truly anxious, which indicated she still had some conscience left. He turned back to the car, took out paper and a pen from inside, and wrote down the hospital's address and room number. She took the address and turned to leave. She practically raced to the hospital, running two red lights and nearly causing an accident, but finally arrived at the hospital in the fastest time possible. Following the address, she found Andrew's hospital room and rushed in almost without thinking. Inside the room, Andrew lay quietly on the bed, his deeply chiseled features taking on a pallor. He slept deeply, but even in slumber, his brows furrowed slightly. There was an IV tube inserted into the back of his hand, and the cold liquid slowly dripped into his body through the veins. She couldn’t gauge the severity of his injury, but the thought of potential danger to his life made tears stream down her face. She held his cold hand, tears falling one after another onto the back

Isabella's car was parked in the hospital parking lot across the street. She drove, taking Andrew back to the apartment. Amelia took Asher to his early education class and wasn't at home. The two of them had to prepare dinner by themselves. Andrew was a patient, so she couldn't let him cook. She could only brace herself and walk into the kitchen. Anyway, as long as he dared to eat, she dared to make. She wasn't adept at cooking, which wasn't entirely her fault. Her mother was elegant and skillful in piano, wine appreciation, painting—she excelled in almost everything but cooking. Naturally, she didn't groom her daughter to be a chef. Later, Charlotte married her father, and to play the role of a good wife and mother, she was even less likely to cook. The kitchen was stocked with various ingredients, but Isabella felt a headache looking at the raw vegetables and fresh fish and meat. She held her phone, browsing Baidu recipes, learning and cooking at the same time, barely managi

Isabella was contemplating how to slip away when Andrew happened to walk up to her. He was pushing a shopping cart containing some daily necessities and snacks. "Asher, it's time to go home," he said, reaching out and scooping the child out of the playground, directly placing him in the shopping cart. With one hand pushing the cart and the other arm around her waist, he said, "We've got everything, let's head back." "Okay," she replied, following him towards the checkout counter. After they had walked a distance, the woman suddenly slapped her forehead, finally recalling. "Isabella, the one I saw just now looked like Isabella." "Are you seeing things? The woman you just saw looked like a married woman with a husband and child," her husband said, patting her head. In the bustling town of Ithaca, many settled celebrities lived there, but Isabella's image on the screen was that of a sweet and cute girl-next-door. No one would associate her with a married woman who had a child. The

Lily smiled and said, "Emily, the bird's nest porridge today is particularly good. Please taste it, see if it suits your taste." Emily impatiently glared at her. Taking the porridge and a spoon, Emily had a sip. The temperature was just right, and the taste was perfect. She nodded in satisfaction and drank it slowly. Although the porridge tasted good, her appetite was poor. She reluctantly drank about half a bowl and then asked Lily to take it away. "Go to the kitchen and see if there's any dried apricot or sour plum. Bring a few packs for me," Emily said. Lily nodded and obediently left. Lying lazily on the bed, Emily held her phone, hesitating whether to call James or not. It had been over a week since they last met. If she didn't initiate contact, he wouldn't even make a call or send a message, always using the excuse of being too busy with work. Despite maintaining a strong front in front of others, Emily always felt uncertain about this renewed relationship. Fortunately, s

James and Isabella stood together on the steps, coldly observing her. Emily endured the pain, struggling to move her body, attempting to climb the steps. She cried as she climbed, tears and snot smudging her face, looking extremely distressed and pitiful. "Baby, please save our baby..." Emily struggled to say. Isabella, seeing the trail of blood behind her, instinctively covered her mouth, looking shocked. "James, quickly call an ambulance, Emily seems to be having a miscarriage." However, James stood there, unmoved, his gaze unusually icy. "Another miscarriage? Who knows if she's really pregnant this time or just acting." This scene in front of him seemed to overlap with the past. Back then, Emily pretended to be pregnant to frame Isabella, faking a miscarriage as well. He thought their child was truly lost, and he had cried alone several times, even felt heartbroken for a long time. At that time, she had played him for a fool, thinking he was a laughingstock. Seeing James had