Outside the emergency room of the hospital, Bernard Coleridge stood with his fists clenched, his back straight, and his handsome, chiseled features taut. An icy, low-pressure aura emanated from him. His deep, dark eyes were fixed intently on the red light above the emergency room. His heart was in turmoil, and his thin, cool lips were pressed into a tight line. He appeared disheveled and anxious, having lost his usual composure. After what felt like an eternity, the red light finally went out, and a doctor in a white coat emerged, looking exhausted. "How is she?" Bernard Coleridge hurried forward, his intense gaze burning with a hint of anxiety. "Fortunately, she protected her belly when she fell down the stairs, so the baby is safe for now. However..." The doctor paused. "But what?" Bernard Coleridge quickly pressed. "The patient showed signs of threatened miscarriage. We've given her medication to stabilize the pregnancy, and both mother and child are currentl
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