But my resolve didn’t waver. Seeing my determination, he exhaled sharply, the creases on his forehead deepening. "Fine," he relented, though his disapproval was clear.
"Solana, where are your family members? They need to come in.”
As Dr. Huxley jotted down medical instructions, he glanced at the nurse and said to call my family.
The nurse hesitated before responding, "Doctor, her husband just left."
Those words made my heart lurch. I immediately stood and clarified, "That wasn’t my husband. He’s just a kind taxi driver who helped me. You’ve misunderstood."
Dr. Huxley frowned, his tone curious yet gentle. "Then where’s your husband? You’ve just undergone an abortion. Why isn’t he here with you?"
The memory of Maxton drinking with Priscilla flashed through my mind. My chest tightened and sorrow coated my voice as I replied, "My husband was arrested for committing a crime."
Dr. Huxley noticed the pain etched on my face and wisely chose not to probe further. Instead, he sighed softly and said, "Solana, no matter what storms life throws your way, you must prioritize your health."
Leaving the obstetrics ward, I collected my prescribed medicine and headed to the elevator. But when the doors slid open, my breath hitched. There they were, Maxton and Priscilla, entwined in a passionate kiss, oblivious to the world.
The sight made my stomach churn and I instinctively turned to walk away.
But Maxton caught sight of me. He quickly released Priscilla and reached out, his hand stretching toward me as if to pull me back.
Without hesitation, I pressed the elevator’s close button and clutched the medicine tightly, hurrying away before he could catch me.
As I descended the hospital stairwell, a sense of relief washed over me, thinking I had finally escaped those two scumbags.
But as I pushed open the door to the first-floor stairs, a force stronger than anything I’d expected yanked me out.
I looked up and froze. Maxton’s eyes met mine, filled with a searing rage that sent a chill down my spine.
"Solana, what’s your game? Why did you intentionally close the elevator door and let Priscilla get trapped in it?"
Before I could react, he shoved me hard against the wall, his hands wrapping around my throat, his grip tightening with each breath I struggled to take.
"I didn’t," I gasped, fighting with every ounce of my strength to pry his hands away. "I didn’t see her get trapped when I left."