Seeing him still lying unconscious, I could no longer hold back my tears.
From the moment I opened my eyes, I had already sensed it—the emptiness in my belly.
My child… I had only just learned of its existence, and before I could even embrace the thought of it, it had slipped away from me like the wind.
My hands trembled as I pulled out my phone. Forcing my raw throat to make a sound, I whispered hoarsely.
“Book me two plane tickets. Tomorrow, I’ll take my brother and leave this place for good.”
As for that press conference, I would make sure Bryson walked away from it with absolutely nothing!
The words had barely left my mouth when the door of the ward was shoved open.
Bryson stood at the entrance, his expression unreadable.
“Hedy,” he asked, voice low, “where are you booking tickets to?”
Half his face was swallowed in shadow, making it impossible for me to see him clearly.
I hung up the call, meeting his gaze with an icy expression.
“It has nothing to do with you.”
His brows furrowed, and after a pause, he extended his hand toward me.
“Hedy, I know you’re still upset about yesterday, but I had no choice. Debbii was badly hurt, too. And your wounds haven’t even healed yet. Please, don’t run around recklessly, alright?”
His tone was gentle, coaxing—pretending as though he wasn’t the one who had caused these injuries in the first place.
I let out a sharp laugh.
“Relax. I won’t delay tomorrow’s press conference.”
The mockery in my voice darkened his face in an instant. He clearly hadn’t expected me to twist his so-called kindness.
“Hedy,” he said coldly, “stop being childish. In the end, it was you who made the first mistake. If you hadn’t sent people to kidnap Debbii, I never would have touched your brother. You wouldn’t have been hurt either.”
The way he pushed all the blame onto me as if it were the most natural thing in the world made me sneer.
“Since you’ve already decided not to believe a word I say, then why bother putting on this false show of pity? Do you even know—”
Before I could finish, before I could tell him about the child, Debbii burst into the room.
She rushed forward, throwing her arms around his waist, her face pale with panic.
“Bryson, where did you go? I was so scared when I woke up and didn’t see you. I had another nightmare. I dreamt that you didn’t come yesterday, that those men—”
Her voice broke, and tears streamed down her face.