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Nathan lowered his head with a muted “Okay.” Then he added, “Let her rest.”
Violet was still worried. Without thinking, she said, “I’ll just look in on her from the doorway. Just a peek.”
She started toward the room, but had taken only one step when Nathan caught her arm.
Violet turned and saw him shake his head slightly.
Understanding his silent message, she didn’t press further. Instead, she said to Claire, “I’ll come by tomorrow with some food for her. Nathan and I will head home now. If she wakes up, tell her we’re worried, and that no matter what, her family is here for her.”
Claire’s eyes grew damp. She nodded. “I will.”
After Violet and Nathan left the maternity wing, Claire returned to the room.
Scarlett was lying flat on the bed, staring at the ceiling, her eyes filled with silent tears.
She had heard every word of the conversation outside.
So now, she felt a deep, aching sorrow.
Claire sat down beside the bed, picked up a tissue, and gently wiped Scarlett’s cheeks. “You heard them, didn’t you?”
Scarlett nodded. “Yes.”
“I don’t think we can keep this hidden much longer,” Claire said quietly.
After a moment’s thought, Scarlett replied, “When Violet comes tomorrow, tell her I’ve gone back to Ravenshade Villa.”
Claire frowned. “You’re really not going to tell them?”
Scarlett pressed her lips together. “My brother has a temper. If he finds out what happened… he won’t let it go.”
Understanding her friend’s fear, Claire reluctantly agreed. “I’ll do my best tomorrow.”
Then Claire went to prepare warm water and a towel, carefully washing Scarlett’s face and
arms.
Once she was cleaned up, Scarlett felt the sharpest edges of her pain ease slightly.
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About half an hour later, as she drifted in and out of sleep, the sound of the door opening made her eyes fly open.
Over the past two days, Scarlett had grown acutely sensitive to that sound. Even the faintest noise from the doorway would startle her awake.
“Who’s there?” she asked, her voice thick with caution.
The room was dark. With only moonlight from the window, she couldn’t make out the figure.
The person didn’t answer, only walked slowly toward the bed.
Feeling the approach, Scarlett instinctively shrank back against the pillows.
Then a pair of warm hands closed over her cold, fear–chilled arms.
Out of the darkness came a low, husky voice. “It’s me.”
Scarlett recognized Damian’s voice.
On the sofa nearby, Claire stirred. Seeing who it was, she asked softly, “Scarlett, do you want me to step out for a bit?”
Hearing Claire might leave, panic gripped Scarlett. “Don’t go.”
Damian sat on the edge of the bed, holding Scarlett’s hand tightly. He didn’t want to let go. Looking down, his vision was blurred by the dark–he could only vaguely make out her shape.
He’d said he wouldn’t come. But after returning home, sleep had been impossible–thoughts of her had crowded his mind.
So he’d stopped fighting it and come straight to the hospital.
Leaning forward slightly, he pinned Scarlett’s blurred features with his sharp gaze, his voice dropping to a low growl. “You sure?”
Claire could feel the intensity radiating off Damian. Stepping forward to break the tension, she said, “Scarlett, I’ll leave you two to talk. I’ll come back later.”
With that, she slipped out of the room, gently pulling the door shut behind her.
The moment she left, a heavy silence settled over the room.
He leaned in slightly. Even in the dimness, his gaze felt intense, fixed on the shadow of her face. “Were you pregnant?” he asked, his voice low.
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Scarlett tried to pull her hand back, but Damian’s grip was firm.
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She couldn’t see him clearly either, only the outline of his features in the faint light. “I don’t owe you an answer to that,” she said.
Damian’s temper flared. He tightened his hold. “Just tell me. Yes or no?”
As he leaned closer, his weight pressed against her, making it hard to breathe–and brushing against her wounds.
Scarlett couldn’t hold back a sharp gasp of pain.
She sounded truly hurt, struggling to contain it.
Hearing it, Damian instantly released her hand. “What’s wrong?” he asked, concern cutting through his anger.
Scarlett bit her lip and stayed silent.
Worried now, Damian reached over and turned on the bedside light.
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