“Mr. Jones,” he said finally, lowering his glasses. “We’ve run the tests. There’s nothing wrong with her. The baby is fine. No complications.”
My brows knitted together. “Nothing wrong? Are you sure?” I looked at Bianca, then back at him. “She’s in pain. She said her stomach hurts. Don’t just tell me it’s nothing.”
The doctor sighed. “It’s likely stress. Or indigestion. Or maybe just a reaction. We’ll keep her here for monitoring, but physically, she and the baby are healthy.”
I turned to Bianca, my jaw tightening. Something didn’t sit right. Her face was pale, her lips trembling—yet it reminded me too much of before, the same theatrics she pulled the last time she thought I was drifting away.
“Are you playing with me?” I asked, my voice low, dangerous.
Her head snapped toward me, eyes wide. “What? Of course not! Why would I ever play with you?” Her voice broke, almost offended. “Aldrin, my tummy really hurts. Why would I lie about that?”
I leaned closer, eyes narrowing. “I don’t know. Maybe because you saw me talking to Amara? Is that it? Are you trying to get my attention because I was busy with her, or did you think I was actually caring for her again? If that is, stop it. I know you!”
Her mouth fell open in disbelief. “You’re getting mad at me—because of Amara? Because you thought I was making this up? Well, I’m not, so are you serious right now?” She raised her voice, sitting up straighter despite the supposed pain. “Aldrin, she’s not even here. And you’re thinking of her? What about me? What about our baby?”
I clenched my fists, forcing myself to calm down. “No, that’s not what I mean.” I ran a hand through my hair, frustrated. “She was supposed to arrange everything at the house for the investors, that is why I am talking to her, and I being here doesn’t help because I need to be there to check. Everything needs to be ready. I can’t waste time here.”
Her eyes glistened with unshed tears. “And what about me?”
“You can handle yourself,” I muttered, already standing. “The doctor said you’re fine. I need to go. You can handle yourself… and I’ll just come back once you're discharged,”
Her hand shot out to grab my wrist, but I pulled away. Her voice cracked behind me as I left. “Aldrin, don’t you dare walk out on me!”
But I was already gone.