Love Unbreakable

Chapter 245 Absolutely His Child

The nurse nodded, and Roscoe stepped out, holding the medical report.

The nurse, observing Roscoe's departure, suddenly sensed something was amiss.

Roscoe's tone seemed to be dripped with disdain when referring to the man waiting for Nicole.

Her recollection revealed that while Roscoe maintained an air of aloofness, he had never before addressed patients’ family members in such a manner.

Exiting the operating room, Roscoe's observant eyes met Jarrod, whose forehead was lined with anxiety.

"Doctor, how is she?"

Jarrod approached Roscoe, urgency lacing his voice.

It was only then that Jarrod recognized the doctor's familiar countenance.

Roscoe, maintaining his professional demeanor, informed him, "The fetus didn't survive.The patient is extremely weak and shows signs of physical abuse.She's lost several fingernails..."

Jarrod's heart clenched tightly at these words.

Roscoe continued, "She has a severe stomach ulcer.She hadn't eaten properly in days, and we found soil in her stomach.If this continues, her condition will worsen."

Roscoe felt obliged to warn Jarrod about Nicole's condition, regardless of Nicole's reasons for keeping her cancer a secret.

After all, Nicole had to deal with Jarrod for some time before he managed to send Nicole's parents away.

Roscoe hoped Jarrod still had some semblance of a conscience.

Roscoe then presented a small box to Jarrod.

"She requested this be given to you before surgery."

Jarrod, looking at the dark box, felt an ominous feeling.

Without opening it, he asked, "What's inside?"

Calmly, Roscoe replied, "It contains a biological sample from the fetus."

Jarrod felt a sharp pang in his heart! If Nicole had been bold enough to do this, it meant she was certain the child was his.

His child...

His very own...

How could she have been so sure? Caught in his thoughts, Jarrod realized that apart from that man's accusations, he had never actually seen Nicole's infidelity.

His mind whirled with a flood of thoughts.

Jarrod stumbled backward, leaning against the wall for support.

Roscoe's face wore a faint, mocking smile as he turned to leave.

Post-surgery, Nicole lay in a deep sleep.

Raegan came to visit, sitting by Nicole's side for a long time.

During this period, Roscoe came to check on Nicole, reassuring Raegan that Nicole's deep sleep was normal.

Raegan watched Roscoe's gaze linger on Nicole.

His eyes held a deep, unspoken affection.

But as soon as Roscoe looked up, that softness vanished, leaving Raegan to wonder if she had imagined things.

Soon, Raegan's phone buzzed.

It was a message from Mitchel.

"Meet me outside in five minutes."

Her mood shifted to tension.

She gathered her belongings, leaned closer to Nicole's slumbering visage, and whispered, "I promise I'll visit you again tomorrow, Nicole."

Outside, Raegan waited at the hospital entrance, watching Mitchel's car approach smoothly.

The day was strikingly beautiful, the sun casting a golden light everywhere.

Mitchel stepped out, drawing eyes with his tall figure and striking looks.

Dressed in a black cashmere coat with a bright red tie, he exuded a blend of youth and commanding presence.

The angled sunlight enveloped him, lending a radiant glow to his figure as if he were an ethereal being stepping into the earthly world.

Raegan, momentarily spellbound, was whisked back to a wintry day from ten years earlier.

At that time, she had been the victim of a cruel prank, soaked in freezing water, shivering amid a mocking crowd.

Then, a commanding figure appeared before her, his voice as crisp as the winter air, “Hey, you must learn to stand up to bullies."

He was like a ray of light in her darkest hour, his presence reaching deep into Raegan's soul.

Engrossed in her memories, Raegan didn't notice his approach until he softly took her hand, saying, "Let's go."

His touch brought warmth, and, slightly dazed, she followed him into the car, unaware of their destination.

The car eventually stopped.

Before Raegan loomed the imposing building of the City Hall.

City Hall? Raegan's eyes widened in astonishment as she turned to Mitchel.

"Why are we here?"

"To honor your promise."

Raegan'‘s mind reeled.

All they could do here was to get married again.

It was beyond her comprehension that Mitchel wanted to remarry her.

She thought he despised her.

But here they were, at the place to register marriages.

"Mitchel, I can't!"

After saying so, she turned to leave, only to find her wrist securely held in his grasp.

Raegan struggled in vain, her hand trembling with resolute resistance.

Mitchel, sensing her protest, his refined features suddenly clouded over with a cold, stern expression.

"Do you intend to break our agreement? Do you want Nicole to go back to the detention center?"

Mitchel asked, his voice deep and devoid of humor.

Raegan abruptly froze.

She couldn't let Nicole endure that dreadful fate again.

With a trembling voice, she pleaded, "Mitchel, you never mentioned this before.I...I'm sorry.I can't agree to this."

Their failed relationship had left wounds much deeper than visible scars.

It cast a shadow on her soul, and even Luciana was no longer by her side.

The thought of a marriage, despised by his parents, was suffocating her.

"Mitchel, I am willing to go to great lengths to keep my promise, but marriage is a line I cannot cross," Raegan said, her voice quivering.

With each word she uttered, Mitchel's features grew more frigid, his anger reaching its peak.

"Any length?"

His grip tightened on her coat, his voice seething with rage. Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

"Can we do it here, right now? Huh?"

Raegan clung to his hand, pleading, "No!"

Feeling her shake, Mitchel's hold eased, his expression returning to its usual calm as if he was not the person consumed by fury.

His lips barely moved as he coldly proposed, "Three months."

Raegan looked at him, confused.

"What do you mean?"

"I need three months of marriage.After that, you can choose to end it.”