All Chapters of Too Late , I am Carrying His Child : Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

The hospital room was quiet except for the sound of machines beeping softly. Adrian sat beside Savannah’s bed, holding her cold hand tightly. His eyes were red and tired, but he refused to close them. He couldn’t bear to look away from her face — so pale, so still. He had never felt so scared in his life. One moment she was walking down the stairs with a bright smile, and the next, she was lying unconscious on the floor. “Doctor, please,” he said for the tenth time when the doctor entered, “tell me she’s going to be fine.” The doctor sighed and looked at him with calm eyes. “She’ll be fine, Mr. Adrian. She hit her head, but there’s no serious injury. She just needs time to wake up. Let her rest.” Adrian nodded slowly. “Thank you, doctor.” When the doctor left, he turned back to Savannah and gently brushed her hair away from her face. “You really scared me, baby,” he said softly. “You don’t know how empty I feel just sitting here without your voice.” He leaned forward

Nathaniel sat alone in his study that night, staring at the half-empty glass of wine on his desk. The house was quiet, yet his mind wouldn’t stop screaming. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw her — Savannah. Her smile. Her laughter. The way she used to look at him as if he was her whole world. He leaned back in his chair, running a hand through his hair. “Damn it,” he muttered under his breath. The memory of the dinner party replayed in his mind — how her eyes had met his across the hall. For a moment, time had stopped. He had felt something he hadn’t felt in years — regret, pain, and something dangerously close to love. He stood up and walked toward the big window, watching the city lights blink in the distance. “Savannah…” he whispered softly. His chest tightened. He remembered the first day they met — in the old art gallery downtown. Savannah had been wearing a yellow sundress, her hair tied in a messy bun, with a little paint on her fingers. She was standing i

The morning sun rose lazily over the city, casting a golden hue over the tall buildings. Nathaniel stepped out of the mansion dressed neatly in a dark blue suit, holding his briefcase in one hand and a cup of coffee in the other. Cassandra stood by the door, forcing a smile as she waved him goodbye. “Have a good day, darling,” she said sweetly, hiding the storm that brewed in her heart. Nathaniel gave her a faint smile. “Thanks. I’ll be home before dinner.” He got into his car and started the engine. The sound of it made Cassandra’s heart pound — but not out of love. She stood there, pretending to wave until the car disappeared down the street. The moment he was gone, her smile vanished. Her phone buzzed in her hand. **Rico:** *I’m watching him.* Cassandra typed back quickly. **Cassandra:** *Don’t mess this up. Make it clean.* Rico’s reply came instantly. **Rico:** *I know what I’m doing.* Meanwhile, Nathaniel drove through the city streets, unaware that a pair

Nathaniel arrived home that night with flashing police lights following behind him. The sirens were off, but the sound of their car engines echoed through the compound. He looked pale and tired as he stepped out, his shirt wrinkled and face covered in sweat and dust. Two police officers followed close behind, holding notepads. One of them helped Nathaniel carry his briefcase while the other spoke softly, “Sir, we’ll run a full check on the car. But from what we’ve seen so far, it looks like the brake line was tampered with.” Nathaniel’s eyes widened slightly. “You mean someone tried to—” “Yes, sir,” the officer interrupted, lowering his voice. “We can’t confirm yet, but it doesn’t look natural. Someone must have done this deliberately.” Nathaniel rubbed his forehead, feeling his chest tighten again. “Who would do something like that?” The officer shook his head. “We’ll find out, sir. The car’s already been towed to the station for inspection. We’ll call you tomorrow for

The next morning, Cassandra sat in her living room, her mind spinning in a thousand directions. She hadn’t slept a wink. The police investigation was closing in, Rico had vanished, and Nathaniel was now suspicious that someone close to him had tampered with the car. The sound of a car pulling into the compound made her heart jolt. Moments later, the doorbell rang sharply. “Who is that?” she muttered irritably, walking to the door. When she opened it, Vanessa stood there — dressed sharply, her expression hard. “What are you doing here?” Cassandra asked coldly. Vanessa stepped in without asking permission. “I came as soon as I heard what happened to Nathaniel. Are you out of your mind, Cassandra?” Cassandra blinked, pretending not to understand. “What are you talking about?” Vanessa slammed her purse on the table. “Don’t act dumb with me! I know you sent someone to tamper with his car!” Cassandra froze, her eyes wide. “Vanessa, are you crazy? Why would I do that?”