Hired a Gigolo, Got a Billionaire

Chapter 174 Dr. Porter walked into my room wearing a bright smile that instantly made me nervous. It was the kind of big, optimistic grin doctors wear when they're about to give good news-but in that moment, it didn't feel good at all. There was an energy of relief and positivity radiating from him that clashed completely with the tightness in my stomach. "Zoey, I have excellent news," he said enthusiastically, stepping closer to my bed with my chart in hand and a professional look of satisfaction. "You're officially ready to be discharged.

Your neurological exams are all perfectly normal, your recovery has exceeded every expectation, and physically you're doing great. You can go home in the next few days." My stomach dropped like I'd swallowed a stone. "I don't want to," I said immediately, my voice coming out sharper and more desperate than I intended. Dr. Porter stopped reading the chart and looked up, clearly surprised by my reaction. "What do you mean, you don't want to?" he asked, frowning slightly. "I don't want to go home," I repeated firmly, feeling tears threaten to spill. "I don't want to be away from Matt.

How am I supposed to take care of him if I'm not here? How will I know if he's okay?" Christian, who had been sitting in the armchair beside my bed, moved closer and gently took my hand. "Baby..." "No, Christian," I cut him off, turning back to Dr. Porter with a pleading expression. "I can't just leave my son here alone. He needs me. What if there's a medical emergency? What if he gets worse during the night? What if he néeds me and I'm not here?" Dr. Porter chuckled softly, but not in a mocking way.

It was the kind, patient laugh of someone who had seen this same reaction from countless mothers over the years. "Zoey, I completely understand your concern," he said, his voice full of gentle experience. "It's perfectly normal for a mother not to want to be separated from her baby, especially in such a delicate situation. But you need to understand that Matt is in excellent hands in the neonatal ICU. The team there is highly specialized, and you can visit him every single day to follow his progress closely." "Every day?" I asked hopefully, clinging to that promise like a lifeline.

fact, it's much better for your own physical and emotional recovery if you rest in a comfortable, familiar environment. The hospital, no matter how good it is, isn't the best place for someone to fully heal." "But what if something happens at night? A medical emergency or anything?" I insisted, my anxiety spilling over again. "We have a

ease." I turned to Christian, searching for comfort in his familiar blue eyes. He nodded reassuringly, his gaze steady and full of quiet strength. "I'll be here every single day," I said,

said reluctantly, the word heavy on my tongue. "Excellent," Dr. Porter said warmly. "I'll start the paperwork for your discharge tomorrow." After the doctor left, a thoughtful silence settled

his. "Physically, I'm feeling better every day," I said honestly. "The headaches have mostly gone away, I can move without getting dizzy, my coordination's back to normal. But mentally... I don't feel right yet." "In what way?" he

Christian leaned in even closer, his voice gentle but noticeably curious. "Do you remember anything else about what happened that day? Any small detail?