He Rejected Me, and I Went for His Junior Brother

Chapter 2

Placing her unconscious body on the bed, Ethan quickly called the doctor, and soon, a man dressed in a white gown with a stethoscope hanging around his neck came into the ward.

“Please, Doctor, you have to save her and the baby. None of them should die. I love them both! Please!” Ethan begged, clasping his hands. Tears crowded his eyes, blurring his vision.

The Doctor nodded, reassuring him, “Don't worry, Mr. Lockwood, the nurse team and I will try our best to make sure your wife and baby are safe.” He said, smiling faintly.

This was the hospital where Ethan Lockwood and Sophia always came for checkups. And this man was their doctor.

“She must be…..” Ethan tried to speak, but the Doctor trailed him off, “Don't worry, she and the baby will be fine,” He assured him again before adding, “Please, excuse us.”

As the door shut and Ethan exited, the Doctor glanced down at Sophia and shook his head in pity. Soon, the nurses' team and he began to work on Sophia while she lay unconscious.

Outside the ward, Ethan leaned against the wall, looking helpless. He covered his teary face, trying to act strong, but his heart was still beating.

“Ethan, I'm sorry, this is happening this way.” Isabella patted his shoulder, consoling. She faked a tear, “I warned her to stop, but she wouldn't hear, now see what she has caused to herself and the innocent baby.”

Ethan buried his face helplessly into Sophia's body, “Mom, not now. We have been waiting for so long for this baby—over four years now in marriage. Nothing must happen to it now.” He cried.

Isabella comforted, but inside her heart, she smirked, *The baby must die so you can get married to who I want you to.*

“Don't worry, nothing will happen to them,” she paused and asked coldly, “but w—what if she loses the baby, Ethan? Will you still accept her as your wife after she killed the baby?”

Her words sent a shocking wave down Ethan's spine, and he pulled himself from her embrace. His heart skipped as he looked at Isabella with a mix of disbelief and shock, “Mom? H—how could you say a thing like that?” He stammered.

Isabella shook her head, keeping her face as if Ethan didn't get what she was asking. “No, Ethan. I don't mean that. You know, you have told her to always abstain from doing house chores, but she wouldn't listen to you, and now, she's put her life, including your baby, at risk after waiting patiently for her to give you one.

What if the baby doesn't survive it because of her careless behavior?”

Ethan stood frozen, trying hard not to believe. The fear of losing the baby whom he had craved crept into him.

He tried to argue when the door to the ward twisted open and the Doctor came out.

Ethan rushed him immediately, holding his garment, “Doc, please, tell me. They are both perfectly ok—the mother and the child, right?” He asked, his voice vibrating in phobia.

The Doctor adjusted his grip. He gave him a neutral expression—a faint smile and sadness. Trying to keep his voice steady, he said with a weak smile, “The mother is perfectly fine but the baby…..” The Doctor's voice was barely audible as he struggled to explain.

Ethan felt his hand go paralyzed as he heard the hesitation in the Doctor's voice. His eyes widened, terrified, “And the baby? What happened to it? Tell me.” He urged.

Then Isabella stepped in, “Ethan, calm down, and let's hear what the Doctor has to say….” She then turned to the Doctor and said, “What about the baby? Didn't it make it?”

Her eyes scanned the Doctor's to get the most accurate news ever!

As expected, the Doctor slowly nodded and declared in an unhappy tone, “I'm sorry, Mr. Lockwood, Madam Sophia, we tried our best, but we couldn't save the baby…..we lost her.”

At first, the words of the Doctor sounded like a joke to Ethan as he stood there, ‘I’m sorry, Mr. Lockwood, Madam Sophia, we tried our best, but we couldn't save the baby….we lost her.’

The doctor continued, “As for your wife, she's lying unconscious on the bed, and in the next four minutes or so, she'll be awake. Please, do not break the news of this to her as it might affect her both physically and mentally.”

“Thank you, Doc,” Isabella said, “so, when will she be discharged? Can we take her back home today?”

“Of course,” the Doctor replied with a curt nod, “you're free to take her back home today. Necessary medications will be prescribed to keep her relieved.”

Isabella sighed, waving her hand in dismissal, indicating ‘No need for that.’ “Alright,” she finally said

Turning to Ethan after the Doctor left, Isabella pretended, “I knew this was going to be the fate of her stubbornness. She has eaten up the poor child whom she had managed to carry after four years. Witch! So sorry you're so unlucky this way, Ethan.”