Ever since that reckless night, Sydney had been under the protection of Katie. He never once had the chance to approach her, let alone harm the child in her womb. The pain of it crushed him, and he had locked himself away in the villa, drowning in alcohol, muttering her name in a drunken haze, clinging to bottles as if they were lifelines.Perhaps even fate found his self-destruction repulsive. One night, after drinking himself into oblivion, he tumbled down the stairs, his face swelling until he could barely speak. It was only then that he finally fell silent.That was until Sydney had another premature labor and was rushed to the hospital by Katie. As the father’s signature was required, he was summoned along. However, to prevent any further harm, Katie stayed with her in the delivery room, leaving him to wait alone outside.Looking at the bright red letters on the delivery room door, he could not help but imagine what could have been. If none of that night’s chaos had happened, w
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