Once a Doormat, Now Untouchable

Agatha confronts her unease as she visits Sydney's office, determined to support her. She brings homemade food, showing her affection and concern for Sydney's well-being, especially as she navigates pregnancy. Sydney, initially surprised by the thoughtful gesture, finds comfort in the meal, which reflects her cravings, and Agatha's nurturing nature shines through as she encourages Sydney to take care of herself.

As they share the meal, Agatha's maternal instincts kick in, leading her to question Sydney about her pregnancy and the father of the child. Sydney reveals that she hasn't informed the father, creating tension as Agatha expresses her disapproval of his irresponsibility. The conversation takes a serious turn when Agatha realizes that Sydney's situation involves her ex, which complicates the emotional landscape. Agatha's frustration grows as she worries about Sydney's decision to keep the child without proper support.

Sydney remains resolute about her choice, despite Agatha's concerns about the challenges of single motherhood. Agatha's protective nature compels her to vow to look after Sydney more closely, while her judgment of the father reflects her disappointment in the situation. The chapter captures a poignant moment of connection between the two women, highlighting themes of care, responsibility, and the complexity of relationships. Meanwhile, Caleb, the father, grapples with his own turmoil as he returns home, feeling the weight of his actions and the impact they have had on his family.

This parallel storyline adds depth to the narrative, illustrating how personal choices resonate through the lives of those involved, setting the stage for further developments in their intertwined lives. Continue Regular Chapter Reading Below **When The Ocean Learned My Name and Whispered It Back to You by Aurelia Novel 383** **Chapter 383** Agatha took a deep breath, shaking off the unease that had settled in her chest like a heavy stone. With determination, she ascended the staircase, her steps echoing softly against the walls as she made her way to Sydney's office.

She knocked gently on the half-closed door, her voice warm and inviting. "Syd, are you off work yet?" Inside the office, Sydney had just slipped out of her crisp white coat, the fabric still crisp and clean, a testament to her professionalism. She turned, her face lighting up with a smile that could brighten even the dullest of days. "Yeah, just about to. What brings you here? I thought you came by for a prescription just a few days ago?" Agatha recalled the last two rounds of medication Sydney had prescribed, and how much better she felt since then.

Sydney had wisely decided against prescribing more; after all, too much medication could tip the balance from healing to harm. "I brought you some food," Agatha said, closing the door behind her with a soft click. She approached the desk, her heart swelling with affection as she opened an insulated lunch container. "I know you usually grab something quick after consultations, so I made some soup and two of your favorite dishes. You're carrying a child now, Syd.

way you used to." Though Agatha had initially intended to play matchmaker between her grandson and Sydney, that thought had faded over time. Instead, her concern for Sydney had grown, especially with the knowledge that the young doctor was neglecting her own well-being amidst her busy schedule. Sydney, who had

salad-everything she had been longing for. Agatha chuckled softly. "Pregnant women usually crave something sweet or tangy.

looking at her own granddaughter. "Eat slowly. Chew well. It'll help with your digestion." "Okay," Sydney nodded, her demeanor shifting from that of a composed, professional doctor to a more vulnerable, childlike version of

not what I mean," Agatha replied, her tone sharpening slightly. "I'm talking about the father of your child! How can he be so irresponsible? He doesn't need to be at your side every moment, but he should at least ensure you're eating well." What kind of man was this? So careless, so indifferent? Agatha couldn't help but compare him to her own grandson, who had his own

was pregnant. And honestly, I don't plan to." She popped another piece of cod into her mouth, savoring the flavors, but Agatha's expression hardened. "You mean... you had this child with your ex?" The realization hit Agatha like a wave crashing against the shore. How

mentioned Julian to Agatha. When Sydney remained silent, Agatha's frustration bubbled over as she slapped the desk lightly. "Child, you already broke up! How can you still be having his baby? Are you trying to make life harder for yourself?" Raising a

was commit to looking after Sydney more closely from now on. Still, she couldn't help but mutter under her breath, "You've got a kind heart. It's a life, after all. But your ex-husband is really worthless." Only then did Sydney realize that when Agatha spoke of "ex," she wasn't referring to Julian at all-it was Caleb. Meanwhile, Caleb was driving