Chapter 635

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With that, Collin tossed a document onto the bed. Sign this. Once the baby is born, I want you out of town for good.
Never! Linsey shouted, her voice raw with defiance. Collin! I won’t let you take my child!
In that moment, her world seemed to shatter.
Startled awake, Linsey sat up in the hospital bed, fear and confusion etched across her face. Her breathing was sharp and uneven in the quiet of the room.
Outside, Gorman—who had been listening to Danny’s report—heard the commotion and rushed inside. He reached for Linsey’s hand, concern deepening the lines on his face.
Linsey, what’s wrong? Are you in pain? Should I get the doctor?
She gripped his hand and shook her head faintly. No, it was just a bad dream.
It had been nothing more than a nightmare, not reality.
Yet Collin’s chilling words lingered in her mind, casting a cold shadow over her heart.
Gorman exhaled, his voice gentle, offering what comfort he could. It was just a dream, Linsey. Remember, dreams can twist reality. There’s nothing to be afraid of.
But despite his reassurances, Linsey found little comfort, haunted by what her heart feared most.
She glanced down at their intertwined hands, feeling a subtle tension lingering between them.
With a gentle motion, she loosened her grip, catching a brief look of disappointment on Gorman’s face.
She paused, pretending not to notice, then turned her gaze away.
“I appreciate you getting me to the hospital,” she said sincerely, acknowledging his efforts.
It struck her just how much she owed Gorman.
A small smile touched Gorman’s lips as he sat beside her bed. “You’ve thanked me enough for one day, Linsey.”
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A faint smile flickered across Linsey’s face, though her eyes remained serious. “I should be thankful. If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t be here—safe and sound.”
“Please, don’t say that,” Gorman replied, his expression darkening slightly.
Linsey chuckled softly. “Alright, no more drama.”
She then glanced down at her bandaged right hand and murmured, “My hand…”
Gorman’s concern deepened. “The doctor warned that your right hand is still fragile from past injuries. It’s at risk of long-term damage, which could affect your ability to perform detailed work or lift heavy objects.”
Linsey’s heart sank at the news. Her career as a designer depended entirely on her hands.
With a serious nod, she said, “I understand. I’ll be more careful from now on.”
Gorman paused briefly, then looked at Linsey with a complicated mix of emotions in his eyes. “Linsey, are you aware that you’re pregnant?”
Linsey’s heart raced as she quickly asked, “Is my baby okay?”
Her earlier collapse had raised concerns about the safety of her unborn child.
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