Right Person, Wrong Time

Chapter 1017 Sorry

"I won't," Douglas replied. "Just rest up. Once the baby's born, you'll be the one taking care of it. I won't take it from you," he promised.

Only then did Whitney relax. Exhaustion started overwhelming her. She had been losing sleep lately because of Douglas' case. Now that she finally felt sleepy, she yawned. Slowly, she drifted to sleep.

Seeing the woman who was terrified a moment ago falling asleep so fast made Douglas smile. He leaned forward and slowly placed her back down on the bed. Once he pulled the blanket up, his phone started vibrating. He thought the call was from work, but then he saw that it was from Emily. He was hesitant to pick it up at first. Douglas looked at the pale Whitney and walked out of the ward before he took the call. Emily cut to the chase. "Where are you?"

"Back in the nation," Douglas answered honestly.

"You went to see her," said Emily calmly.

"Yes," answered Douglas.

"I told you not to see her. Can't we just be a family?" Emily was getting a little agitated.

Douglas clenched his phone and hung his head low. He didn't explain himself and only said, "I'm sorry. It's my fault."

Emily felt like everything she said didn't even land. She couldn't even start an argument. Douglas only tolerated her because she saved his life years ago, and he did everything she said, yet now he would break their peaceful life just for Whitney. Emily felt her breathing getting heavier, and she clenched her phone. "Lucy needs her father," she said, holding back her sorrow.

"I know. I'll be back in three days, so don't worry," said Douglas. He stood near the entrance of the ward, exhaustion filling the air around him.

"Very well." Emily hung up. She and Douglas had an agreement before they got married. They were only a couple on the surface. The most intimate they had gotten was holding hands in public. Lucy's father... The thought of that filled Emily with sadness, and she clenched her phone so hard, her knuckle turned white. He's probably dead.

Douglas hung up and went back into the ward. Whitney was still asleep, and he looked at her. There were conflicting emotions brewing in his heart. They used to be deep in love back in college and he thought they would always be together, but then things happened. He did love Whitney, yes, but he also hated her. If it weren't for what she did, his parents wouldn't... Still, seeing her looking so frail made him sympathize with her.

Sasha was locked in a confined space. She was injured and couldn't stop coughing, but she still reeked of violence and malice. She sat in a corner clenching her fists over her knees. Even now, she still couldn't believe that Alvin was dead.

Alvin had stayed by her side all those years when she was in Undercity. She knew his constitution was poor, but his death still came as a shock. She never thought it would come so quickly and she was at a loss. It felt like she had lost something important.