Hired a Gigolo, Got a Billionaire

Chapter 409 Madeline's POV The harsh white hospital lights made me blink over and over, struggling to adjust my vision to the sterile, cold eny..onment. I was lying in a bed, wrapped in rough sheets that smelled of disinfectant, still feeling the lingering effects of the sedatives they'd given me at the clinic. My mind was foggy, but at least the blind panic I'd felt when I woke up bleeding had eased. A female doctor entered the room with a professional yet gentle expression. She carried a clipboard and approached my bed with measured steps.

"How are you feeling?" she asked, scanning her notes before finally looking at me. "Confused," I answered honestly, my voice still hoarse from all the screaming. "The baby... is everything okay?" She smiled reassuringly. "Yes, everything is fine. The bleeding you experienced isn't uncommon in the first trimester. We ran all the necessary tests, and the fetus is developing normally. The heartbeat is strong and steady." Relief hit me so hard that tears spilled down my face. I'd spent hours convinced I'd lost my baby, that all the forced medication at the clinic had caused irreversible damage.

"However," the doctor continued, jotting something down on her clipboard, "you need to avoid extreme stress. Your body is reacting intensely to emotional strain, and that can trigger more bleeding episodes." A bitter laugh escaped me. "You should tell that to the doctors at the clinic," I muttered, unable to keep the sarcasm out of my voice. The doctor blinked, confused, and quickly made another note. She was probably writing something about " paranoid tendencies" or whatever label came with the paperwork they'd sent from the clinic.

trying to sound neutral even as my heart raced at the thought. "For now, no. We want you on complete rest until we're sure there won't be any more bleeding." A wave of relief washed over me. That meant Dominic and Vivian wouldn't be able to come in and pressure me,

the baby and could help me calm down, I desperately needed it. The effect was almost immediate. I felt my muscles begin to loosen, the constant tension in my shoulders and neck finally easing. My mind, which had been on high alert for days, slowly started

by choice. I tried to focus, blinking hard to cut through the mental haze, but I was so drugged that I could barely process what was happening. My movements were slow and uncoordinated, like my body no longer belonged to me. Is in a wheelchair. I could feel the wheels turning beneath me, the smooth but purposeful motion of someone pushing me through hallways I didn't recognize. I tried to turn my head to see who was moving me, but my neck felt like it was made of lead. "No..." I managed to murmur, my voice thick and weak. "I can't... do the test..." I tried

suddenly realized were holding me securely in the chair. But my body wouldn't respond to my brain's commands. It was like watching everything from far away, completely disconnected from my own physical form. "I'm going to lose... the baby..." I whispered, desperately trying to communicate the danger, even though my voice barely came out. A female voice answered, but it sounded distant, like it was echoing through

current. I wanted to know who was speaking to me. Who was moving me? Where they were taking me? But something kept dragging me back toward sleep, an irresistible force that made it impossible to keep my eyes open or form a coherent thought. The next moment of clarity came when