Chapter 9 Chapter 9. Lie That the Baby Is Dead
Zoria weakly opened her eyes, her vision blurry, and she could faintly make out Evander standing next to her.
"Evander... it hurts so much..." Zoria gasped, realizing she could barely make a sound.
Evander wiped the sweat off her forehead: "I'm so sorry, I came too late."
Seeing Zoria in such a weakened state, Evander felt his heart tighten.
Zoria kept her hand on her belly, sensing that her little baby was gradually slipping away from her. She didn't want that to happen.
Tears fell from Zoria's eyes again. She tried to open her mouth and weakly uttered, "Save... save my baby..."
Her voice was so faint that hardly anyone could hear it. Evander nodded, then ordered the others to leave. Only he and the lead surgeon remained in the operating room.
"Remember, what you see today, do not reveal it to anyone. If you dare speak of it, I will punish you severely."
The doctor, trembling in fear, sweated coldly on his back and quickly nodded.
The baby inside Zoria was stronger than Evander had expected. Despite the signs of premature labor, the baby ultimately survived.
"Zoria, hold on, the baby will be fine."
Zoria opened her eyes wide, staring at the bright surgical lights. Wanting to protect her baby, she refused anesthesia. Now, as the procedure progressed, her body felt as though it was being torn apart.
"Ahhh..."
Zoria groaned in pain, her body convulsing uncontrollably, her cold sweat soaking her as though she had just been pulled from under the water.
The doctor watched Evander's movements. It was then that he realized the hemorrhage Zoria was experiencing was due to her pregnancy.
"Hold her down! Don't let her move around!" Evander directed the doctor while continuing the procedure.
Evander was drenched in sweat after three hours of intense effort, but he finally managed to save the baby in Zoria's womb.
He sighed, removed his blood-covered gloves, walked over to Zoria's forehead, and gently touched her cold skin. "Zoria, the baby is safe now."
Zoria's breathing was very weak, her lips pale, but she managed to smile faintly. She wanted to say something to Evander, but at that moment, she was too weak to speak.
Evander leaned down, placing his ear close to her lips: "Go ahead, I am listening."
Zoria gasped for air, struggling to make a sound: "Tell... tell Zephyr that... I lost the baby..."
The surgery room door was pushed open once again, and Evander stepped out last. Zephyr instinctively stood up from his chair, facing Evander, his fists clenched.
As Evander walked forward, he reminded the doctors of the things they needed to pay attention to. When he saw Zephyr, he froze, his sharp gaze shooting toward him.
"How is she?" Zephyr asked, his voice trembling slightly.
Evander sneered, "You don't need to worry about her, Mr. Hawthorne. You should focus more on the female that you need to keep an eye on."
The female Evander referred to was clearly Faye. After learning of the pain Zephyr had caused Zoria, Evander felt even more heartbroken for her.
Zephyr bit his lip lightly, his eyes shifting to the doctor standing behind Evander. When the doctor met Zephyr's cold gaze, his body shook.
"Ms. Zoria is out of danger; she just needs rest to recover."
The tension in Zephyr's chest immediately relaxed, and the stiff expression on his face gradually softened. Zephyr hesitated for a moment, about to ask another question: "What about her baby?"
"Dead." This time, Evander answered before the doctor could speak.
It seemed that he didn't notice Zephyr's face growing pale, and continued in a cold tone, "You didn't like the child, so even if it died, it wouldn't matter to you, right?"
Dead?... Her baby is dead?
Zephyr couldn't express the emotions he was feeling. He only sensed a vague fear, a sharp pain radiating from his heart, as if something important to him had been lost.
He placed a hand over his chest, gripping his shirt tightly. Zephyr tried to convince himself that the baby’s death wasn’t a big deal, after all, he never liked the body Zoria was carrying. Zephyr repeatedly whispered these words to himself to comfort his own heart.
But for some reason, there was another voice in his mind telling him that if this child had died, he could still make Zoria pregnant for him once again.
"I will go visit her," Zephyr said, intending to pass Evander and go in to see Zoria.
But Evander grabbed Zephyr's arm and stood in front of him, "I will take Zoria back to my house."
Zephyr froze, and a cold air from him made everyone shiver. When Zephyr was angry, his face would become extremely terrifying.
"Zoria is my mate, what right do you have to take her away?"
Zephyr didn’t like Evander. Perhaps the reason was that Zoria had a very good relationship with Evander. Although Evander was Zoria's cousin, Zephyr still felt hostility whenever facing him.
Zephyr had a strong sense of possession over Zoria. Once something was his, no matter if he threw it away or stepped on it, he wouldn’t let anyone have the chance to touch it.
Evander mocked, "Mr. Hawthorne, you're a busy Alpha, so it must be difficult for you to take care of the female you love. Moreover, Zoria is my cousin, so I will take care of her. You don't need to worry so much about someone you despise."
"What does it have to do with you who I choose to care for?" Zephyr smirked, looking at Evander and slowly saying, "Zoria and I are mates, so you have no right to take her away without my permission."
Zephyr clearly wasn’t going to let go of Zoria. Evander recalled when Zoria almost died from blood loss in the operating room, and he could only feel anger but was unable to do anything, while the cause was all due to Zephyr.
Evander angrily rushed forward, wanting to punch Zephyr's detestable face, but the nearby doctors held him back.
"Dr. Evander, this is a hospital, and you are a doctor. Please calm down."