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Chapter 25: How’s the Kid?

After some time, Imogen woke up in the dark, greeted by the smell of cleaning products.

Opening her eyes, she realized she was in a hospital room

“Imogen, are you awake? How do you feel?” Troy’s beautiful face came into view.

Imogen inadvertently placed her hands on her stomach.

“Not bad,” she replied, glancing out the window to see it was already dark

Her stomach rumbled twice.

“Do you want to eat? Shall I ask someone to bring you some food?”

“I’m worried that it will take too long. I’m very hungry already. Could you go to the store and buy me some food?” Imogen ooked into his eyes.

Troy, seeing Imogen’s soft and compliant expression, nodded, saying, “Okay, I’ll go buy it for you. Stay in the room and call the nurse if you need anything. Don’t get out of bed.

Imogen nodded

Once Troy left, Imogen rang the bell, and a nurse quickly arrived. “Do you need anything, or are you not feeling well?”

“Please tell me about my child, nurse…”

“The baby is fine. Based on the examination results, the fetal condition is not entirely stable, and your ankle is twisted. We recommend that you stay in bed and avoid walking for the next few days.”

Relieved with the answer she wanted, Imogen thanked the nurse.

“Thanks. Since you’re pregnant, we didn’t give you any oral medication. We only provided external medicine for your twisted ankle, which you should apply and replace regularly. You can be discharged tomorrow.”

“Alright, thank you.”

the hospital restaurant – meat, vegetables, soup, rice, a pear, and a bottle of

go back? The nurse is here, and you can

have any work tomorrow,

is injured, and it would be inconvenient for you to stay alone. I’ve

Imogen replied, feeling her heart

Troy’s phone rang suddenly.

the screen, then left the room,

ears, trying to eavesdrop, but Troy left

stayed with Imogen in the hospital for

morning, after changing her medication,

used a crutch to

was absent; it was only

her head, pouting her

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out the window at

Imogen is easily swayed.

Troy seemed unwilling to spend any

injury, Imogen couldn’t go to work, so she had the helper bring her laptop so

in her bedroom on the second

helper ensured she

was working, she heard the door open. Assuming it was the helper with food, she said, “Just leave it on the

too late,”

work now?”

“Exactly.”

placed the food on the table beside her bed before sitting down to

over to

he returned, he had a bag in hand containing medicines for Imogen. It included both the new prescriptions from the hospital and the