The Doctor’s Voluptuous Patient 의 모든 챕터: 챕터 171 - 챕터 180

Chapter 171 The headlights filled the window and kept coming. The officer behind the wheel threw the car into reverse and slammed the accelerator. Tires screamed against the pavement. The oncoming vehicle adjusted and stayed locked on us. Ethan was still too far away, running hard across the open tarmac with Damien close behind. “Hold on,” the officer shouted. The impact never came. A third car from our detail intercepted the attacker from the side and drove it off course. Metal crumpled. Glass scattered across the concrete. The attacking vehicle spun and stopped hard against a low barrier. Two of our men were on it before the engine finished dying, pulling a single driver out and forcing him to the ground. I stayed low in the seat, both arms wrapped around my stomach, heart hammering so hard I felt it in my throat. The baby kicked once, sharp and strong, as if protesting the sudden violence. Ethan reached the car and yanked the door open. His hands moved over me at once, check

Chapter 173 The contraction faded slowly, leaving a dull ache across my lower abdomen. Ethan had already called the nurse. She checked the monitor, adjusted the sensors on my belly, and spoke in the calm tone medical people used when they did not want to alarm anyone. “They are still stress-related. The baby’s heart rate is steady. We will keep you on continuous monitoring for the next few hours. Try to stay still and breathe through them.” Ethan stood on one side of the bed, his hand wrapped around mine. He had not released the phone with Victor’s message. The screen had gone dark, but the words were still burned into both of us. Eleanor and Damien stepped out to speak with the lawyer about the addendum and the new threat. The room quieted. I stared at the ceiling and tried to follow the nurse’s instructions, counting breaths while the occasional tightening came and went. A soft knock sounded at the door. Ethan checked the viewer, then opened it. Sophia stood in the hal

Chapter 175 The lockdown held for another hour before the first real break came. Damien received a call from the hospital’s internal security. A service elevator that should have been locked had registered a single unauthorized descent to the sub-basement level. The cameras in that section had been disabled the same way as before. By the time a team reached the doors, the elevator was empty and a side exit to the old loading tunnel stood open. Victor had moved her through the building like he already owned the map. I lay on the bed with the monitors still attached, the medication dulling the worst of the contractions but not removing the fear underneath them. Ethan paced the length of the room in short, controlled lines. Every few minutes he checked the hallway, the phone, my face, and the steady green line that tracked the baby’s heartbeat. Eleanor sat near the window in silence. The weight of another Langford threat landing on the next generation had settled deep in her express

Chapter 177 The ambulance doors slammed open like a gunshot. Sophia’s stretcher hit the fluorescent lights of the emergency bay with a wet, metallic rattle. Blood and amniotic fluid soaked the sheets beneath her. Her legs were already drawn up, bare feet kicking against the restraints the paramedics had been forced to use after she tried to crawl off the gurney twice. The baby was coming whether the world was ready or not. Lila ran beside the stretcher, one hand locked around Sophia’s wrist, the other pressed hard against her own belly as if she could hold everything inside by force of will. Ethan stayed half a step behind her, eyes never leaving the corridor mirrors, the stairwell doors, the faces of every staff member who passed. Damien and Eleanor had peeled off the moment they cleared the loading dock—one to lock down the upper floors, the other to start tearing through personnel files for the missing temporary staffer whose badge still pinged inside the building. “Thirty-two

Chapter 179 The baby’s cry was still raw in the air when the first security lockdown siren rolled through the hospital like a second heartbeat. Lila held her son against her bare chest, skin to skin, while the neonatal team worked around them with quiet urgency. He was perfect—flushed, furious, lungs already strong enough to fill the trauma bay. Thirty-eight weeks and already fighting the world. Ethan stood at the head of the bed, one hand on Lila’s shoulder, the other resting lightly on the back of their child’s head as if he could shield him from every threat that still moved through the building. Outside the locked door, Damien’s voice came through the radio, flat and cold. “Suspect is secured. Hands zip-tied. Syringe recovered—clear liquid, labeled as oxytocin but the seal’s been broken and resealed. Photograph of Lila’s twelve-week ultrasound in his pocket. Badge is a clean forgery. He’s not speaking. Smiling like he’s already won something.” Lila’s eyes never left the door.