Sidney appeared dazed, staring blankly at the raging fire. Jayson came over and covered her eyes with his large hand to shield her, but she didn't even lift her head. She simply stood there in silence. The pain from her missing finger couldn't mask the shock she had endured in the past few days. Jayson supported her into the car, ordering his men to take her to the nearest hospital immediately.
The damage was done—too much time had passed for her finger to be saved. Sidney would lose one of her fingers for good. Jayson stared at the empty space on her left ring finger, a deep guilt weighing on his chest. He mumbled endless apologies under his breath, but Sidney didn't respond. She just sat there, staring out the window in silence. Something didn't feel right. He wondered if he should find her another therapist, someone who could help him understand what was going on in her mind.
Because of her pregnancy, the doctor advised against giving Sidney any painkillers. She was given an emergency blood transfusion and had her wound stitched up, with only basic painkillers prescribed. But Sidney, determined to protect her baby, refused to take them.
She lay on the hospital bed, receiving a nutrient IV. Jayson stood by her side, bringing her tea and water. But as he watched her, he noticed her face growing paler by the minute, her lips completely drained of color.
"What's wrong?" Jayson asked anxiously.
"My stomach hurts so much!" Sidney's face contorted in pain as she clutched her belly, crying out. Large beads of cold sweat dripped down her forehead.
Jayson immediately pressed the emergency button, and within minutes, a nurse rushed in.
"My wife says her stomach hurts!" Jayson said urgently to the nurse.
The nurse came over, lifted Sidney's blanket, and saw a patch of blood on the white sheets. She quickly ran out to find the doctor.
Sidney looked down at the dampening sheets, feeling something flow out of her body. With a twisted, pale face, she looked at Jayson. "Does this mean we can't save the baby? Is that it? Is that it?"
She lost her usual calmness and began to cry hysterically, afraid that if she cried too hard, the baby would really leave her.
Jayson tightly hugged Sidney. "Don't be scared! Don't be scared! It's nothing, just a little problem."
In truth, Jayson was also very scared. He was afraid Sidney wouldn't be able to handle everything that was happening today. He was worried about her.
The doctor rushed in, examined Sidney briefly, and then, along with the nurse, hurriedly pushed the bed out of the room. Jayson followed quickly, only to be stopped outside the operating room.
Sidney entered the operating room, and Jayson knew the situation was dire.
After about ten minutes, the doctor came out and told him the baby couldn't be saved. He asked Jayson to agree to a miscarriage, explaining that the risks were low due to the early stage of pregnancy.
Jayson held the pen in his hand, hesitated for a moment, then, with a decisive stroke, signed the consent form.
When Sidney was wheeled out again, she had lost consciousness, lying silently on the bed with a face as pale as paper.
Jayson called a friend to have the chef prepare easy-to-swallow hot food and asked someone to prepare things for an overnight stay at the hospital. He didn't leave Sidney's side, looking disheveled, with dirt on his face and his hair messy. He was completely far from the confident, charismatic man he usually was.
About an hour later, Sidney woke up. Jayson quickly handed her a glass of water. After taking a sip, she finally managed to speak, her dry throat making her voice hoarse. She couldn't believe it, but like the lead character in a soap opera, the first thing she said after waking up in the hospital bed was, "Where's the baby?"
She desperately wished Jayson would tell her the baby was still okay, but as she looked at the pained and hesitant expression on his face, she knew the truth.
