Semua Bab Winning Me Back, Mr. Billionaire: Bab 211 - Bab 220

Elmy woke up. Ever since getting pregnant, she’d been needing to pee way too often. As she pushed herself up into a sitting position, she glanced to the side and realized Zayne wasn’t there.“Where is he?” Elmy murmured, looking over at the wall clock. Ten at night.The moment she got out of bed, her body swayed. She quickly grabbed onto the nightstand for support. Her head still felt a little dizzy. For some reason.After carefully using the bathroom, she stepped back out and started looking for Zayne. Right outside her room, she peeked into the next bedroom with the door left open. The light was still on.Curious, she walked over and spotted a pair of legs curled up near the baby crib. The corners of Elmy’s lips lifted when she realized Zayne had fallen asleep on the floor, still wearing his work clothes. What warmed her heart the most was the ultrasound photo of their baby still tightly clutched in his hand.Elmy walked over to him. Slowly, she knelt down and gently patted his shou

The emergency C-section was completely unexpected for Zayne.Just one more month. In only one more month, Elmy was supposed to give birth. But today’s fate had destroyed every single plan Zayne had made in his head.Even hope itself was starting to feel impossible.Only fear surrounded him in the suffocating silence.The hallway was painfully quiet. The only sounds were his restless footsteps pacing back and forth, Isabella’s soft sobs, Dante trying to calm her down, Dean’s uneven breathing as he sat slumped at the end of the row of chairs, and the muffled commotion coming from behind the delivery room doors.Every now and then, Zayne would glance toward the door, hoping a doctor would come out with good news.But forget the doors opening—he hadn’t even heard the sound of a baby crying yet.Their baby was premature.Just thinking about that fact alone filled Zayne with anxiety. He bit his nails until they bled, but the pain in his fingers couldn’t overpower the panic consuming him.“S

“I already told the doctor treating me not to reveal my identity to Elmy.” Dante looked at Zayne for a moment before giving him a faint smile. “You can relax, Zayne.”“That’s exactly why I can’t relax, Dante. It feels like I’m hiding something huge from her,” Zayne said, making Dante, who was sitting beside him, turn with a displeased look. He shook his head and gripped Zayne’s hand tightly.“Don’t even think about telling her, Zayne. I know Elmy won’t like it. Worse... she might end up hating you too for letting me help her.”Just imagining it made Zayne uneasy. Still, he convinced himself Elmy wouldn’t be that cruel to him. He did this for her safety. For her life. Elmy would understand, he told himself.“Elmy already hates me anyway, Zayne. So please... keep your mouth shut. It’s better this way,” Dante said resignedly.Hearing that filled Zayne with overwhelming guilt. Back then, he used to look down on Dante for not taking responsibility for Elmy. But now, this man had become the

“I’m going to take leave as soon as possible.” Zayne flipped through the documents in his hands before looking over at Gion. “Let Mr. Tiano handle the rest. I can’t ignore Elmy’s condition right now.”Gion, who stood across from him, simply nodded. He didn’t protest or object to Zayne’s decision. Zayne had already made up his mind from the start. Once he finished taking care of a few important matters, he would hand everything over to Mr. Tiano and focus entirely on Elmy and their baby.Just one more month, Zayne thought before Zaniel could finally come home with them.That wasn’t a long time. Maybe. They just needed patience, and maybe he needed to comfort Elmy more often. She looked disappointed in herself now. Knowing their baby was born premature and that she still couldn’t hold him had caused her condition, which had been improving, to worsen again.She was on complete bed rest at the hospital. While Zayne handled work at the office, he entrusted everything to Isabella and Dean.

“At last, my grandson is coming home,” Isabella said excitedly, making Elmy lower her head weakly in front of Zaniel’s incubator. Her hands tightly gripped the hem of her pale yellow dress until it wrinkled.The doctor said Zaniel was healthy now. He was finally allowed to go home. That was good news. Wasn’t this what Elmy had been hoping for all this time? Zaniel returning to her arms. But at this moment, why did she feel scared? Why did something feel so heavy in her chest as she watched the doctor lift Zaniel into his arms?Zaniel’s face was slightly red. He squirmed with his eyes open. His soft cries made Elmy bite her lip, trying to hold back the emotions swelling inside her chest. After an entire month, she could finally hear Zaniel cry.Before this, Zaniel used to cry silently. But now, the baby was truly healthy. His tiny clenched fists moved weakly. Elmy felt like reaching for him, but strangely, her body froze instead. Her shoulders tensed when the doctor brought Zaniel clos