Amara immediately stepped forward to explain, “She’s had low blood sugar since she was a child, and her emotions were just shaken. That’s probably why she fainted. Could you please give her a glucose IV?”

Elysia had suffered from low blood sugar since she was young, and she had fainted because of it several times before, so Amara knew what to do. A glucose drip is safe for pregnant women, so even if Elysia was pregnant, it wouldn’t harm her.

The nurse listened to Amara, then began to set up the IV. She wheeled over the cart, disinfected the back of Elysia’s hand, inserted the needle, and instructed Amara and Dorian to keep an eye on the IV bag and call her when it was nearly empty. With that, she stepped out.

Amara pulled a chair up beside the bed, her heart heavy with worry as she looked at Elysia’s pale, tightly shut face and held her hand.

Dorian grabbed another chair and sat on the opposite side of the bed. He wanted to reach for Elysia’s hand too, but Amara was already holding one, and the other had the IV in it, so all he could do was sit there, helplessly watching.

He wished he could be closer to Elysia-his concern was no less than Amara’s-but not once had Amara looked at him. He could feel a cold fury radiating from her.

He knew how close Amara and Elysia were, and that, right now, Amara must absolutely hate him. He couldn’t blame her for how she acted.

Dorian looked up at the IV bag as the glucose solution slowly dripped down. Elysia’s face was still pale, and he was genuinely worried.

He tried to start a conversation with Amara. “How did you two end up in the OB/GYN clinic?”

Right now, Amara could hardly stand the sight of Dorian, let alone talk to him. She pressed her lips together tightly, not sparing him a single glance.

Dorian suddenly remembered that Amara was pregnant-going to the OB/GYN for a checkup was totally normal. Embarrassed, he sank back into silence.

Then another memory hit him: the slap Amara had given him a few days ago.

He had been completely bewildered at the time; he hadn’t done anything to offend Amara, so why had she slapped him out of nowhere?

But after what had just happened, a suspicion formed in his mind. He

asked, “Did Elysia already know that

I was still in contact with Jessic

If Elysia had known and then told Amara, it would make sense why Amara despised him so much.

At these words, Amara nearly lost control. A surge of blinding anger rose inside her. She clenched her fists so tightly her hands shook, nails digging into her pans.

But this was a public place. In the end, she managed to contain herself, simply answering with a single word: “Yes.”

Though her anger was like a storm inside, Amara looked outwardly calm-so calm that it unsettled Dorian even more.

He knew how much Amara cared for Elysia, and how much sway she held with her.

He’d rather Amara slap him again than see her like this.

After sitting intense silence by

Elysia’s bed for a while, Amara finally turned her head and said quietly, “You should go. The drip will be and Ely will wake up. I

finished soon

don’t want you to be the first thing

she sees.”

Dorian immediately protested, “I want to stay here with her. I want to be here when she wakes up!”

Amara’s voice stayed steady. “Leave. She won’t want to see you when she wakes up. I don’t want her to be upset again.”