My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage

Chapter 968:

Before Carrie could respond, Daxton said, “Thank you, doctor. I’ll ensure my fiancée is well taken care of. We’ll deliver our baby safely. Just tell me everything we need to know.”

“Precautions, and I will make sure to note them down and follow every one of them.”

Daxton’s reference to her as his “fiancée” resonated deeply with Carrie. How could he offer such unconditional love?

His words were clear and unquestionable—he was ready to take responsibility, to accept both her and the child without any second thoughts.

Without a doubt, he had provided her with a sense of security.

The doctor’s demeanor softened as she addressed Carrie, saying, “Try not to worry too much. While my advice is necessary, maintaining a calm and joyful mindset is equally important for your baby’s health.” She smiled at Daxton and said to Carrie, “You’re lucky to have such a devoted partner. You aren’t married yet, right? I’ve seen many long-married couples where the husbands don’t pay much attention during pregnancy. You have a wonderful fiancé, so be at ease.”

𝖁𝗂𝖊𝖜 𝗍𝗋𝗎𝖾 𝗎𝗉𝖽𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝗇 gal𝖓𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀﹒ⅽ𝗈𝗆

Carrie offered a polite smile and responded, “Thank you.”

Daxton let go of Carrie’s hand and gave it a comforting pat. “Stay here,” he said. “I’ll go make a note of the precautions.”

He approached the doctor with the report in hand, inquiring about each point, and took out his phone to meticulously record all the precautions, care instructions, and dietary guidelines.

Kristopher hurried through the hospital corridors, cradling Aliza as he searched for a doctor. Just as they arrived at the office, a nurse met them with a rolling hospital bed.

Ignoring Kristopher completely, the nurse looked intently at Aliza and inquired, “What brings you here? Is this a case of miscarriage?” With emphasis on “miscarriage,” her gaze held a hidden message.

“Absolutely, I believe I’m having a miscarriage. My name is Aliza Herrera. Please, there’s no time—my baby must be saved,” Aliza responded hastily.

Observing this, Kristopher’s expression turned into a frown. Her introduction struck him as peculiar at such a critical moment, and her tone was too composed for someone who had just sustained a fall. He silently questioned the oddity of her actions.

Nonetheless, his primary concern was the wellbeing of the baby, pushing his doubts to the back of his mind momentarily.

“Place her on the bed now,” instructed the nurse.

She quickly took out her phone and said into it, “We have an emergency with a pregnant woman likely experiencing a miscarriage. I’m escorting her to surgery immediately.” After Kristopher laid Aliza on the bed, he trailed behind the nurse as she pushed it towards the operating room.

At the entrance, the nurse halted, faced him, and said, “Please, family members must wait here outside.”noveldrama

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