Chapter 252: Fetal Complications
“Alison, stay calm. The ambulance’s on its way. Hang in there,” Aidan said quickly before hanging up.
Please, baby… you have to be safe, she prayed silently.
Luckily, the ambulance arrived within minutes — the hospital was close by.
When the back doors swung open, Aidan was already inside, shouting, “Hurry! Get her in — now!”
A nurse rushed over, frowning. “Ma’am, did you fall? It doesn’t look too serious.”
“No,” Alison gasped, clutching her stomach. “I… I think something’s wrong with the baby.”
“You’re pregnant?” the nurse asked, startled.
“Yes,” Alison forced out through clenched teeth — the pain was sharp enough to fold her in half.
“Stretcher! Hurry!” the nurse barked to her colleagues.
Two nurses carefully lifted Alison onto a stretcher, but the stabbing pain in her abdomen refused to ease.
As they slid her into the ambulance, Aidan leaned close. “Alison, are you all right?”
“I’m fine,” she breathed. “It’s just… the baby…”
“Baby? What baby?” Aidan blurted, eyes darting wildly.
“Sir,” the nurse said sharply, “your wife’s baby — in her belly. Please calm down. We need to examine her right now.”
Aidan’s eyes widened in disbelief. “She’s… pregnant? You’re sure?”
“Yes,” the nurse replied, “but the fall may have impacted the fetus. Please let us work — she needs care immediately.”
Aidan sat frozen. The truth hit him like a blow — the newspaper photos hadn’t lied.
Jack and Alison, smiling side by side… he had lost long before this moment.
That night, Jack saw the missed call. He dialed immediately, but her phone was off. A chill sank into him — he’d come home too late.
He tore back to the apartment, certain she’d still be waiting. But the rooms were empty.
A terrible thought clawed at him — something’s happened. He bolted for the hospital, driving like a man possessed.
He stormed through the entrance, straight to Aidan’s floor.
The moment he stepped out, a bodyguard intercepted him. “Mr. Winston — Miss Fairchild’s been admitted.”
“What? Where?” Jack demanded.
“Room XXX, OB/GYN ward,” the man said.
“OB/GYN?” Jack repeated, stunned.
“Yes, sir. She fell earlier — they’re keeping her for observation,” the guard explained.
Jack’s pulse spiked. He sprinted to the ward and shoved open the door — slamming straight into a nurse.
“Ah!” she gasped, staggering back.
“Careful, sir! You almost hit a patient — you’d be in real trouble if you did,” she muttered.
“Sorry,” Jack said quickly.
The nurse shook her head and hurried off.
Jack rushed straight to Alison’s bed.
She lay motionless, face pale as paper. A large IV bag hung beside her, dripping steadily into her arm.
He took her hand, eyes flicking to the IV label — “Saline.”
His heart lurched. The fluid inside wasn’t clear — it was dark yellow. Saline was supposed to be colorless.
A flash of memory hit him — the nurse he’d collided with outside, the one wearing a mask.
Without hesitation, he ripped the tape from Alison’s wrist and pulled the needle free.
The line hissed and splattered onto the floor, yellow droplets staining the tiles.
Panic drained the color from Jack’s face.
He slammed his palm against the call button.
The intercom crackled. “Yes? How can I help?”
“Send someone now! The IV’s wrong!” Jack snarled, eyes bloodshot. He glanced at Alison — her lips were pale, her breathing shallow. Fear clawed through him.
It was her — that masked nurse! he realized.
He lunged for the hallway — but she was gone.
A young nurse from the station came running. “Mr. Winston, what’s wrong with the IV?”
“The color’s wrong!” Jack roared, slamming his fist into the wall. Blood smeared across his knuckles.
He realized he must’ve pushed someone too far — someone out for revenge. “What the hell is happening?” he muttered. The young nurse leaned over the bed. “Who started this IV?”
Jack exhaled sharply. “A nurse. Wearing a mask.”
The young nurse’s eyes widened at the yellow liquid. She froze, completely stunned.