Chapter 5
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Daniel burst through the hospital room doors, eyes wild with worry. Doctor… is she okay? He asked, voice low but urgent, his jaw tight with tension.
The doctor gave a small nod. They’re both stable, mother and child. But she’s fragile. No more stress. Anything more could be dangerous.
Felicia stirred. Her eyelids fluttered open, and her gaze slowly settled on her son lying beside her.
It’s okay, sweetheart, Mrs. Andrew whispered gently, brushing back a strand of Felicia’s hair. You’re safe now. You’re carrying the next heir to the Andrew family.
As her hand moved across Felicia’s head, the diamond-studded bracelet on her wrist snapped; a quiet c***k echoed in the room.
Ouch! She broke Mrs. Andrew’s bracelet! one nurse gasped to the other. That thing is worth millions. A girl like her couldn’t repay that in ten lifetimes.
Some soft laughter. People like her don’t belong in high society anyway.
Felicia’s face turned pale. I-I’m sorry, she stammered, trying to sit up. I didn’t mean to. I swear I’ll pay it back…
Mrs. Andrew let out a soft laugh. Silly girl, it’s just a bracelet. She turned to Daniel, smiling. Buy me a new one. In fact, get us matching ones. For me… and my daughter-in-law.
Daniel smiled faintly. Fine. I’ll do that, Mom.
But Felicia’s eyes clouded. Roy’s voice echoed in her mind. She’s just a gold digger; she wants your money.
Her breath caught. Mr. Andrew, she whispered, turning her face to Daniel. Please… I swear I’m not that kind of girl. That night, yes, I needed the money. But not for me. It was for my mother.
Daniel stepped closer, his eyes softening. I know, he said gently. I was wrong about you. And I promise, I won’t let anyone hurt you. Or our child.
Then, with a wave of his hand, he called in a guard. Fire those two loudmouth nurses, he said coldly.
The nurses protested, panic in their voices. Wait… Mr. Andrew .. we didn’t mean…..
But Daniel just smirked and turned back to Felicia.
Son, Mrs. Andrew called, standing up. Help her apply this ointment to her stomach. I need to make a quick call.
As she stepped out, a quiet smile tugged at her lips.
If this girl is the one who’ll save Daniel… I’ll do whatever it takes to make it work.
She quietly stepped out of the room.
Daniel picked up the bottle of ointment and poured a bit into his palm. Felicia shifted, her voice hesitant. Um… It’s okay. I can do it myself.
He gave a slight nod but spoke gently, Lie back.
Slowly, she lifted her top, revealing the faint swell of her belly. He leaned in, his fingers warm as he gently rubbed the oil across her skin. Their eyes met. The tension in the room thickened, silent, breathless.
She flinched slightly.
Did I hurt you? he asked, pausing.
No, it’s just… It’s fine. You can keep going.
Her voice trembled. He noticed the way she shivered, not from fear, but something else. He looked at her, truly looked. So thin, fragile… and yet, she was carrying his child. How did someone so delicate end up rewriting everything I thought I knew? he wondered.
Mr. Andrew… she murmured, Thank you. For saving me and the baby.
He wiped his hands with a tissue, his voice low and firm.
That’s my duty now. You’ve been through hell. And I swear, no one, not even Roy, will ever lay a hand on you again. I’ll protect you… Both of you.
His hand reached up, brushing softly against her cheek. She smiled faintly, warmth flickering in her eyes as she leaned into his touch.
Suddenly, he clapped once. Two women entered the room, each carrying racks draped with luxurious gowns.
Good afternoon, ma’am, one said politely. These are hand-selected by Mr. Andrew. All custom couture, designed for your comfort and the baby’s.
Felicia’s eyes widened.
Another woman stepped forward, holding a velvet box. When she opened it, dazzling rare gemstones sparkled under the lights.
Each piece is valued in the millions. A personal gift from Mr. Andrew.
Felicia looked at him, stunned. Daniel lowered his head modestly.
More professionals entered, one introduced herself as the nutritionist, another as the prenatal care specialist, and another as the room’s sanitation supervisor. Each is ready to serve.
She turned to him, overwhelmed.
This is… too much. I’m just pregnant. You don’t have to….
You’re not *just* anything, he interrupted softly, but firmly. He held her hand.
You’re carrying the heir to the Andrew legacy. This… is the bare minimum
She chuckled, brushing her hair behind her ear.
Alright. I promise, I’ll take good care of our baby.
Just outside the ward, hidden behind the door, Roy and Stella were watching.
Roy’s jaw tightened.
Wait… the kid really *is* my uncle’s?
Stella folded her arms, her voice icy.
Does it matter? He’s turning thirty soon. You haven’t forgotten the curse, have you?
Roy’s eyes narrowed as the corners of his mouth lifted into a twisted grin.
Right. When he dies… the girl and the baby go with him. And the inheritance? He chuckled darkly.
It’ll be mine.
No
An unfamiliar voice echoed from the hallway.
Felicia? In the OB clinic? Don’t tell me you’re pregnant…
Felicia froze.
Oh my God, Ana, you *called* it, another girl chimed in, snickering.
She totally bagged some old billionaire. Classic gold digger move.
Their laughter followed like sharp knives, cutting through the sterile air.
Felicia turned slowly, her face cold and composed.
Get out of my face, Ana. I don’t have time for this.
She started to walk away, but Ana stepped in front of her, smirking.
Oh, no, no, no… come on. I’m just curious, Ana said mockingly, leaning closer. Show me how a gold digger really works. How’d you land your sugar daddy, huh?
Their cruel giggles echoed behind her as Felicia clenched her jaw and walked past them, holding back the sting in her eyes.
Meanwhile, across town in a sleek, glass-walled boardroom, Daniel Andrew sat at the head of the table, surrounded by board members.
This projection looks solid, one director commented, sliding a folder toward him.
Daniel nodded, flipping through the documents, until his phone buzzed.
He answered sharply.
Yes?
Mr. Andrew, it’s security. There’s a situation, your Mrs. Felicia is being harassed. What? Daniel shot up, eyes wide. I’m on my way.
Without another word, he left the documents behind, walked out, and slammed the door behind him.
James let out a low chuckle.
Did he just… end the meeting mid-way? A stunned board member asked.
Another director blinked in disbelief.
He’s never done that. What’s going on?
James smiled knowingly, arms folded.
Well… that’s fatherhood for you.
They exchanged shocked glances. Silence fell over the room until someone muttered,
Maybe… just maybe… she’s the one who breaks the curse.
And for the first time, the entire board fell quiet.
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