Chapter 125
I quickly pressed the call button and sat on the edge of the bed, holding Indigo's hand.
"Grandma, you're finally awake." Tears streamed down uncontrollably, mixing with my runny nose. I didn't even have time to wipe them away.
Indigo reached out to wipe my tears. I quickly held her hand and pressed it against my face.
Indigo said slowly, "Sophia, don't cry. I'm alive again, aren't I?"
"I'm lucky. I can't die."
"If I died, who would protect my Sophia?"
"Grandma!" James rushed over after hearing the news. "Grandma, you're awake!"
The doctor followed him in to examine Indigo. After the checkup, he gave some instructions and left.
Indigo tried hard to move her eyes to look at me, her lips moving slightly.
I leaned closer and heard her say in a broken whisper, "Make him leave. You stay. I have something to tell you."
I repeated Indigo's words to him.
He didn't understand why, but since Indigo had just woken up, he didn't dare upset her at this critical moment.
"Leave."
James walked out of the hospital room with heavy steps.
The door closed softly.
Indigo looked at me, her eyes full of heartache. "Sophia..."
She said with difficulty, "I heard... everything you said..."
I froze.
"About your pregnancy..." Her finger lifted, stroking my cheek. "He doesn't know, does he?"
I bit my lip and nodded.
"Then don't tell him." Indigo's eyes were unusually firm. "He doesn't deserve to be a father."
"Grandma, do you really think so?"
"I'm old, but I'm not confused."
"I know very well how he treats you. I've asked you more than once to give him a chance. Since he doesn't cherish it, there's nothing I can do."
"I won't hold you back anymore. From now on, you must live for yourself." Though weak, Indigo made sure to say every word clearly.
"I will, Grandma." I gripped her hand tightly. "I've already thought it through. Once you're a bit better, I'll go abroad, to a place where no one knows me, and have the baby."
Indigo's eyes reddened. "You've suffered so much..."
"Not at all." I shook my head. "I never thought I'd have my own child in this lifetime."
I placed Indigo's hand on my belly. "I feel very happy right now."
I've been an orphan since childhood. If it weren't for Indigo adopting me, I'd still be alone.
Now I finally have someone connected to me by blood. I'll never be lonely again. I can't tell you how happy I am.
We talked for a while longer. Indigo's energy faded, and she soon fell asleep again.
She slept peacefully, breathing steadily, her complexion much better than before.
I sat by the bed, quietly watching her. The heavy weight in my heart lifted slightly with Indigo's awakening.
Suddenly, there was a faint sound outside the door.
I turned around alertly and saw a figure flash past through the glass window on the hospital room door—it was Amelia.
How long had she been there?
How much had she heard?
My heart sank.
Would she tell James about my pregnancy?
Amelia wouldn't be that stupid, because telling James I was pregnant wouldn't benefit her at all.
Thinking of this, my anxious heart settled back down.
After staying with Indigo for a while, I went home.
Since getting pregnant, I often felt tired, wanting to sleep every day, and no matter how much I slept, it never felt like enough.
I had just gotten home, changed into my pajamas, and was getting ready for bed when my phone rang. It was James calling.
I hesitated, then pressed the answer button.
"Sophia, where are you?" His voice carried a hint of urgency.
"At home," I said flatly.
"Come out. I need to ask you something," he said.
"There's nothing to talk about." I wanted to hang up.
"It's about the child." His voice deepened.
My heart tightened.
Why would Amelia tell him?
I took a deep breath and said, "What do you want to know?"
"Are you really pregnant?"
"Yes." I didn't deny it.
"Whose child is it?"
I was silent for a moment. Amelia had only told James I was pregnant, but she hadn't told him the child was his.
I asked James back, "Whose child do you think it is?"
"Sophia, is it Andrew's?"
"You didn't want my child, but you're willing to have his. Why?" His voice was somewhat low.
I breathed a sigh of relief. At least he didn't suspect the child was his.
But along with that came a trace of disappointment.
James would rather guess the child was Andrew's than think it might be his.
Still, this was for the best.
Let James misunderstand. That way, he won't fight me for the child.
I sighed and answered his question. "James, do you really think you deserve to have a child?"
"Sophia, you really love Andrew."
I said sarcastically, "What does love matter? At least he treats me better than you do."
"So you chose him and are willing to have his child."
I pinched the bridge of my nose. "I'm very tired. I don't want to keep talking about this with you."
There was a long silence on the other end, so long I thought he'd hung up, before I heard his hoarse voice. "Sophia, if that child back then hadn't..."
I cut him off, my tone icy. "There are no ifs."
"James, let the past stay in the past. Don't bring it up again. You should care about your own child and take good care of Amelia."
"I have nothing to do with her!" he suddenly shouted. "Sophia, why won't you believe me? That child isn't even mine!"
"It doesn't matter whether I believe you or not anymore," I said softly. "James, it's over between us. Don't contact me again."
With that, I hung up, turned off my phone, and tossed it aside.
I lay down, but couldn't fall asleep no matter what.
James's POV:
When Amelia told me Sophia was pregnant, I was happy. But then I remembered that after we had sex that one time, she bought and took emergency contraception.
So the child in her belly couldn't be mine. If it wasn't mine, it could only be Andrew's.
Thinking about her carrying Andrew's child made an inexplicable anger rise in my heart.
Why would she rather have Andrew's child than mine?
I couldn't help calling her, wanting to ask her why.
But this call confirmed that the child was Andrew's, and I almost got into an argument with her.
I didn't want to fight with her, but every time we talked about what happened between Amelia and me, we'd end up arguing and parting on bad terms.
My heart felt like it had been chiseled open, with cold wind rushing in. So cold.
This was the first time in all these years I'd felt such bone-deep coldness.