Female NovelFurthermore, the doctor’s revelation held an additional layer of gravity. “Given that Mrs. Fowler is also pregnant, it’s imperative that we monitor her condition closely. If her coma persists beyond a week, it could pose a risk to the baby.”
“Is there no way to rouse her?” Waylen’s voice was tinged with desperation, his vulnerability laid bare.
“The pivotal point will be tomorrow morning. We will pay close attention to her condition.”
With those words, the doctor retreated back into the emergency room, leaving Waylen and Juliette to grapple with their own fears and uncertainties.
Waylen leaned against the wall, as if he had lost all his strength in an instant. Juliette helped him up and said in a crying voice, “You have to hold on, Waylen! Rena will wake up soon. “
Lifting his head, Waylen said softly, “Mom, I should have treated her better.”
Was Rena tired of him and their life?
If he had treated her better, would she wake up immediately?
As the hours stretched on, Rena was transferred to a VIP ward, her still form a stark contrast against the sterile hospital setting.
The delicate fabric of her gown showcased her pregnancy, a poignant reminder of the fragile life intertwined with her own.
Her pale face bore the remnants of her ordeal, marked by the telltale signs of bruises.
Waylen, determined to remain by her side, disregarded his own injuries and stayed faithfully beside her. He held Rena’s cold hand with his eyes fixated on her face.Contents belong to NovelDrama.Org
Outside the room, Juliette was caught in a poignant dance of grief, her heart heavy with the weight of the circumstances.
Waylen said gently, “Mom, can you go ask the Moore family’s members if they need any help?”
Juliette nodded silently, tears still cascading down her face.
Their family owed the Moore family a big favor and they couldn’t leave Harrison alone.
After Juliette left, there were only two people left in the ward with an oppressive silence settling. A tear fell on the back of Rena’s hand, which streamed down from Waylen’s eyes.
“Rena, my regrets run deep. I should never have allowed you to attend the premiere. If I could turn back time, I’d choose to hold you close, keeping you safe within our house.”
His voice quivered with emotion as hot tears continued to overflow, his anguished gaze fixed on her still features.
Yet Rena remained ensconced in a realm of unconsciousness.
Just as the doctor said, her body had fallen into dormancy. Her dreams were untroubled by his confessions, her heart untouched by his regret.
The night had draped itself in the shroud of darkness, the sky painted with obsidian hues and sparkling stars.