A rustling sound emerged from the other end, and Remington instructed Bess.
"Let''s do a video call."
He hung up and directly tapped into WhatsApp to start a video call with Bess.
Bess immediately epted, clearly no stranger to this routine. She expertly positioned the camera to frame the sleeping figure on the couch before setting the phone down and busying herself with other tasks. Remington, driving, sparingly nced at the screen.
On the screen, a womany in a loose, white maxi dress, her long hair partially covering her face and her hands gently cradling her noticeably rounded belly. She looked utterly serene.
As the car ascended the highway and left the city behind, Remington elerated and eventually ended the video call.
Evelina was kept in a vi halfway up in Lanson, not far from Zion City.
Besides the two servants the West family had dispatched to attend to Evelina''s daily needs, Remington had also ced three bodyguards on strict watch over her.
Evelina was not allowed a step outside the vi, bereft of freedom and entertainment, with every meal and its portion strictly regted-all for the child she was carrying.
During this time, she lived like a walking womb, existing solely to nurture the child, stripped of all her rights.
Remington''s car rolled into the vi''s driveway, where Ste was already waiting, pale-faced and anxious as she ran out of the vi.
"The doctor said Evelina had a nasty fall, hitting her back. It''s caused a spinal injury, and the baby is in a dangerous position now..." Remington nced at Ste, passing her by.
The bodyguard previously assigned to watch Ste approached, reporting the situation.
"How did she fall?"
Evelina was just over eight months pregnant, not yet due. The sudden incident had disrupted all nned medical arrangements.
The bodyguard appeared uneasy, "She fell in the bathroom. We checked, and there was nothing unusual, so it must have been an ident. I''m sorry, Mr. Dashiell, we failed to protect her adequately." Remington nodded slightly but said nothing further.
As he ascended the stairs, a faint smell of blood wafted towards him, apanied by Evelina''s agonizing screams, causing him to frown slightly.
Just then, the doctor came out of the room, his expression grave as he spoke to Remington.
"Mr. Dashiell, we can''t seem to correct the fetus''s position for a natural delivery..."
"Then perform a cesarean. What, do you need me to y doctor for you?"
Remington exuded an aura of impatience and cold authority.
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insufficient amniotic fluid. Taking her to the hospital for a C-section is highly risky. If something were to happen..."
Upon hearing this, Ste immediately clutched Remington''s arm.
"Remington, we can''t lose the baby! This might be the only heir to the West family."
Remington''s cold gaze swept over her, his eyes reflecting the hallway''s harsh fluorescent light, seemingly coated in ayer of ice.
Ste instinctively withdrew her hand, her eyes reddening.
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Relieved, the doctor nodded briskly and hurried back inside to make arrangements.
Suddenly, lightning shed and thunder rumbled outside, casting sinister shadows through the floor-to-ceiling windows.
Remington''s heart inexplicably skipped a beat with the thunder, momentarily unsettled.
His phone rang abruptly, and he took it out.
Seeing it was a call from Ray, he quickly answered and walked toward the end of the hallway. "Talk to me."
"Mr. Remington Dashiell, we''ve got a
problem. We caught someone in Oakmont fishing vige, but this Hans is an impostor. The reat Hans might still be in Zion City, he hasn''t left."