The Billionaire Who Saved Me - Chapter 34: Chapter 34

I realized then that I'd been overly anxious the entire ride. Feeling a little embarrassed, I gave the driver an apologetic smile. I waved him off before heading toward the hospital entrance alone.
Mason had clearly made arrangements in advance—there were several doctors and nurses waiting for me at the door. As soon as I arrived, they escorted me straight to the obstetrics department.
Even though I'd already taken a pregnancy test at home, the hospital required a full examination. After a long series of tests, I got the result: I was pregnant—just over a month along.
The embryo was developing normally, and all the indicators were healthy.
The doctor noticed my lingering tension and offered me some reassuring advice. "No need to be so anxious. Try to keep a cheerful mood. A mother's emotions can influence the baby's development.
"If you stay constantly nervous during pregnancy, your child might be born timid and overly sensitive."
She then went on to list several precautions and care tips, and I listened with full concentration, afraid I'd miss even a single detail.
By the time I left, I was practically walking on clouds. The doctor told me to stay cheerful, and I took that advice to heart. I walked slowly, humming a tune to myself.
But I didn't get very far before my good mood was shattered. I saw Jennifer standing not far ahead and staring at me with burning eyes.
She was wearing a hospital gown, and in just a few days, she had changed so much that I barely recognized her.
Her curvy figure had wasted away to skin and bone. Her lustrous hair now hung in greasy, straw-like clumps. The flirtatious sparkle that used to dance in her eyes was completely gone.
She stepped forward and said to me, her voice hoarse and broken, "Are you pregnant?"
Instinctively, I wrapped my arms protectively around my belly and took a step back. I shot back, "None of your damn business."
Suddenly, Jennifer threw her head back and started laughing, and it even brought tears to her eyes. She cried, "My baby's gone, and you're pregnant? Did my baby end up in your belly?"
She started walking toward me, her voice unraveling with each step. "Let me see. Let me see my baby..."
Something in her eyes looked wrong. She wasn't just heartbroken, but something had snapped in her mind. I didn't trust for a second that she wouldn't hurt me or the baby. Without thinking, I turned and ran.
If I could make it to a doctor's office, they'd stop her, and I'd be safe.
But Jennifer moved faster than I expected. I'd barely taken two steps when she lunged forward and grabbed my arm from behind. She shrieked, "Stop there! Give my baby back!"
I yanked with all my strength, but I couldn't shake her off. Then she opened both hands and reached for my stomach.
I tried to dodge, but I lost my balance, and I fell hard to the floor.
The moment I hit the floor, I felt a sudden, terrifying pain in my lower abdomen. Then came the warm blood. Feeling something off, I screamed, my voice cracking from panic, "Somebody help me. Please, save my baby."
I heard footsteps, urgent voices, and chaos all around me. But the world was already tilting and spinning. Then everything went black.
When I woke up, I saw a white room. The ceiling, the curtains, the sheets—it didn't take much to guess I was in a ward. Mason sat beside the bed, his head drooping as he nodded off, clearly exhausted.
"The baby. Is my baby still alive?" My voice was barely a whisper.
But even at that volume, he heard me. He said, "Hey, you're awake. Do you want some water?"
I shook my head, tears rolling silently down my cheeks. There was no need to ask. I'd already known the answer. Judging by the way blood poured from me before I passed, I was sure my baby wouldn't make it.
Mason confirmed it a moment later. "You lost the baby. I'm sorry." He paused, then added, "You're still young. You'll be able to conceive again in the future."
"You're thrilled, aren't you? Maybe you even sent Jennifer here to do this." I was like a sensitive hedgehog. Whoever came near, I wanted to stab them.
Mason said evenly, "You're fragile right now. I'm not going to argue with you."
He poured me a cup of warm water. "You should drink some. Your lips are starting to peel. Nadia will bring you something to eat in a bit."
He held the cup to my lips, but I turned my head away. My eyes stared blankly at the ceiling.
That child had only just brought me joy for barely half a day, and he disappeared from my world entirely.
It felt like waking up from a beautiful dream only to be hurled back into brutal reality.
For that child, I even confronted Mason. I had fought tooth and nail just to get his reluctant approval. And yet, I still lost him.
I wished I could tear Jennifer into pieces. She killed my baby. She deserved to pay for that.
"Where is she?" I asked, my voice cold. "Which room is she in?"
I remembered she had been wearing a hospital gown. That meant she was admitted somewhere in this hospital.
Mason saw the fury in my eyes and seemed to guess my intent. He shook his head, explaining, "You won't be able to settle the score with her. Jennifer's gone."
I didn't understand what he meant at first. I asked, "Gone where? I don't care if she's hiding at the ends of the earth. She has to pay for what she did to my son."
"She already has. That debt's been paid," he said.
Seeing my confusion, Mason began to recount everything that had happened after I blacked out.
The moment I collapsed, the hospital turned into chaos. Doctors and nurses rushed to get me into the emergency room. Jennifer saw the pool of blood beneath me. She let out a shrill scream and ran.
She fled back to her own room, threw open the window, and jumped down without a moment of hesitation.
By the time Mason got the call from the hospital and rushed over, Jennifer's body had already been taken away by the funeral home.
The doctors filled in the rest of the story: Jennifer had already been in terrible condition when she was brought in. After the savage beating from Thea, Jennifer had lost so much blood that the fetus inside her was dead on arrival.
Because the pregnancy was far along, she had to undergo labor induction. But due to delays at the shopping mall that day, she came to the hospital too late. After the procedure, the doctors told her she would never be able to get pregnant again.
When Amelia found out Jennifer didn't carry Oliver's child, Amelia came to the hospital every day just to insult Jennifer.
Eventually, security had to bar Amelia from entering. But by then, Jennifer's reputation was in tatters. Not just among the staff—even her fellow patients requested to be moved out of the same room.
After the induction, Jennifer had no one to care for her. No nurse came to check on her. Even when she went to the communal sink to get hot water, people pointed and whispered behind her back. Within a few days, her mental state began to crumble.
Due to her bad reputation, no one got close to her, not even when they sensed something was wrong.
Yesterday, her parents arrived from their hometown. The moment they showed up, they demanded her discharge. They told the hospital they had arranged a marriage for her back home.
They wanted her to marry a fifty-something-year-old widower. They were in such a hurry to marry her off, not only because of the hefty money, but also because they couldn't stand the public shame.
Jennifer, of course, wouldn't accept that. She had seen the allure of city life. She knew how to seduce men. There was no way she'd return to being someone's obedient wife. Jennifer and her parents started fighting in the hallway.
Later, Jennifer grabbed a hot water kettle and chased her father down the hallway, screaming that she'd kill him. Only then did the hospital begin to pay attention to her mental condition.
But by that point, any chance of marriage was gone. Even the old widower wouldn't take her now.
Her parents, perhaps the most ruthless of all, realized she was no longer of any value, so they simply returned to the village, leaving Jennifer at the hospital alone.
Before the hospital could even figure out what to do with her, the tragedy happened.
After Mason finished explaining everything, I was left speechless. No matter how angry I still was, I couldn't do anything now. After all, she was dead. I couldn't actually dig her up and tear her to pieces.