Chapter 215: Chapter 118: Unwilling to See Him (2)
Rebecca Quentin opened her phone’s messaging app, hesitated for a long time, and then sent a text message.
Could you stay a few more days? — Becca.
No one would know how much courage she mustered at this moment.
Because her pregnancy was quite low, the doctor said she might give birth early. So, with less than ten days until his wedding, which coincides with her due date, even if he could stay just a few more days, maybe two days, or three... he might have the chance to see her and her baby be born.
When Christine Quinn returned to the hospital room, she saw Rebecca Quentin staring blankly at her phone.
Christine Quinn couldn’t help but walk over and softly asked, "Who are you calling?"
Rebecca Quentin gave a faint smile, "No one."
Christine Quinn took the phone and glanced at the screen, pressing the button on the dark screen.
The phone displayed the message page with the message Rebecca Quentin had sent.
A sour feeling washed over Christine Quinn’s heart, and she spoke tenderly, "It’s been half an hour, and he hasn’t replied to you, meaning he doesn’t plan on staying."
Rebecca Quentin murmured softly, "Maybe he hasn’t seen it yet."
Christine Quinn held Rebecca Quentin’s slightly cold hand, her expression slightly tense as she said seriously, "Becca, actually... it was me who asked Howard Geoffrey to come."
Rebecca Quentin abruptly raised her eyes, a trace of disbelief in her gaze.
Christine Quinn sighed, "You had a severe fever yesterday, and no matter how much I tried to persuade you, you refused to come to the hospital, so I had to call Howard Geoffrey..."
Rebecca Quentin shook her head blankly, "He wasn’t here on purpose?"
Christine Quinn silently lowered her head, indicating confirmation.
Her body fell heavily onto the soft pillow behind her, and Rebecca’s beautiful eyes fell into a daze.
"Becca..."
Christine Quinn called out softly with pity.
Rebecca Quentin stared wide-eyed in a daze, looking towards her sister.
Christine Quinn embraced Rebecca Quentin, choking as she said, "I don’t want you to hold onto illusions anymore, so I have to tell you... When I called Howard Geoffrey last night, Alice Robinson picked up first..."
In the middle of the night, Alice...
What Christine Quinn wanted to convey was obvious, and Rebecca Quentin understood it easily.
It turns out he and Alice are already living together...
Yes, they are engaged, living together is quite common, not surprising at all, but this seems to reinforce a cruel fact...
He came to see her only because of Christine Quinn’s pleading, showing her pity and compassion.
Clutching the bedsheet tightly beneath her, Rebecca Quentin felt as if thousands of ants were gnawing at her heart, spreading the dense pain to every part of her body.
"Becca..."
Christine Quinn’s call finally elicited a response from Rebecca Quentin, "Hmm?"
Christine Quinn gazed worriedly at Rebecca Quentin’s expression, "Are you... alright?"
Rebecca Quentin shrugged nonchalantly, "Ha, what’s wrong with me? I just wanted him to stay a few more days in hopes he could see the child born. Although I can’t let the child know their father’s identity, I want them to have a chance to see him, after all, he’s the child’s father."
"I don’t think he’ll come back... the wedding is approaching, and as the groom, he has a lot to deal with."
"Hehe... Sis, forget about him. I’m hungry again and I want to drink the porridge you made for me." Rebecca Quentin transformed her surging emotions into a faint smile.
Seeing the smile on Rebecca Quentin’s face, Christine Quinn finally felt relieved, "Okay, there’s still some at home, I’ll go and get it for you right away..."
"Thank you, sis."
"No need for such politeness with me. Quickly lie down and rest, the doctor said you need to be observed in the hospital for a day."
Christine Quinn helped Rebecca Quentin lower the pillow, and Rebecca obediently lay back down.
At the door, Christine Quinn, still concerned, reminded her, "Don’t overthink things, the doctor said you need to rest well, gather your strength, and await the baby’s arrival."
"Hmm."
Seeing Rebecca Quentin close her eyes to rest, Christine Quinn then left.
No one would see, at the moment Christine Quinn closed the hospital room door, Rebecca Quentin slowly opened her burning eyes.
She truly wanted to cry, her heart filled with an unspeakable heaviness...
She never expected that at this moment, she would still be unable to control her feelings of turmoil.
It was just a few kisses, a few caring words...
The kind gestures he once did, the gentle words he once spoke to her, were more than these, yet in the end, they were nothing more than a dream. How could she still dream such a dream?
Trying hard to keep her eyes open to stop the tears, Rebecca Quentin reached out to touch her abdomen, speaking to the child inside through her belly...
Baby, mommy promises you, mommy won’t be naive anymore, even without daddy, mommy will take good care of you, providing you with a stable and peaceful future.
November 30th.
Rebecca Quentin lay on the sofa, practicing deep breathing as instructed from the book...
Inhale, forcefully, exhale, adjust, then inhale, forcefully, exhale...
Christine Quinn came out of the kitchen carrying a plate of fruit, "Becca, have some fruit!"
Rebecca Quentin slowly sat up, pulling Christine Quinn over, asking tensely, "Sis, is this how you adjust your breathing during labor?"
Christine Quinn placed the fruit on the coffee table, laughing, "You can’t take everything written in a book seriously. I’m telling you, when you’re in labor, the doctors will teach you how to breathe. Right now, without that feeling of being in labor, even simulating it is useless."
"But I’m so nervous..."
"Don’t worry, women are naturally equipped to give birth. As long as you cooperate with the doctors, you’ll deliver in no time..."
"Will it be very painful when giving birth?"
Christine Quinn smiled, "Pain is inevitable, but at that moment, you’ll bear it for the sake of the child."
Rebecca Quentin touched her heavily swollen belly, nodding, "For the child, I will definitely be strong."
Christine Quinn looked down at Rebecca Quentin’s belly, sighing, "We don’t know when the little one inside you will come out. The doctor kept saying you might deliver early, but today is already your due date..."
Rebecca Quentin happily stroked her belly, "Maybe the little one wants to stay in my belly a few more days."