Nathan''s expression hardened as he said, "Avery visits this beauty salon every week, and it''s where


    you were abducted from. Clearly, something is not right with that establishment."


    "What should we do now?" Fenna asked.


    Nathan remained silent, wheeling Fenna to the orthopedics department. He handed the report to the


    doctor and briefed him on the situation.


    As Fenna received treatment, Nathan exited the room and retrieved his phone from his coat, only to


    discover it was switched off.


    After powering it on, he was greeted with a barrage of missed calls and messages. A somber


    expression fell upon Nathan''s face as he examined the notifications.


    He noticed numerous missed calls from Cole, a dozen from his parents, several from Taylor and


    Wendy, and one from Phoebe.


    In addition, there were two missed calls from M.


    At that moment, Nathan''s heart felt like it exploded, and he promptly dialed M''s number.


    With frustration bubbling inside him, Nathan stormed into the hospital room.


    "Did you turn off my phone?" he bellowed furiously at Fenna, who was undergoing treatment.


    Both Fenna and the attending doctor were startled by his sudden outburst.


    Fenna nervously shook her head, swallowing hard. "No, I didn''t touch your phone," she insisted.


    As Nathan''s phone continued to ring unanswered, his anxiety surged. However, there was no time to


    dwell on why his phone had been turned off. He swiftly dialed Cole''s number, walking away as the call


    connected.


    Fenna shoved the doctor aside, hobbling after Nathan in a panic. "Nate, I''m still injured. Where are you


    going? Are you just going to abandon me like this?"


    However, Nathan was too consumed by his concerns to heed her cries.


    As Cole picked up the phone, urgencyced his voice. "General Morrison, something''s happened to


    Mrs. Morrison. You need toe to the hospital immediately."


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    At that moment, Nathan felt his heart shatter. His mind went nk, and he dashed out of the hospital in


    a panic, feeling as if he were sprinting a hundred yards.


    Fenna attempted to follow, but her injuries slowed her down. She called out sorrowfully from behind,


    "Nate, Nate... Are you just going to leave me like this?"


    The brightly illuminated hospital room was permeated with the scent of disinfectant.


    M gradually regained consciousness, weakly parting the curtain and flexing her fingers slightly.


    She felt the reassuring grip of a warm, steady hand holding hers. As she moved her fingers, Nathan''s


    concerned face came into view, hovering close to hers.


    Nathan appeared tense, his gaze filled with worry as he gently asked, "Chubs, are you awake? Do you


    feel any difort?"


    Soon, a cluster of faces surrounded her-Zach, Vera, Taylor, Wendy, Daniel, Cole, and Nathan.


    Disregarding Nathan''s presence, M closed her eyes and took a deep breath.


    "Chubs, do you feel any difort? Please let me know how you''re feeling," Florence spoke up.


    Gary quickly instructed Cole, "Go fetch the doctor to check on her."


    Cole promptly left the room.


    Meanwhile, Florence pressed the call button by the bedside, summoning the doctor.


    M sensed the concern emanating from everyone around her.


    However, amidst the flurry of worry, her mind fixated on one thing. "Where''s the baby?" she croaked.


    Nathan''s voice, tinged with guilt and


    anxiety, reached her ears as he gently sped her hand. "The baby is in the Reonatal ICU," he


    murmured. "He''s a boy, weighing three pounds and six ounces, His lungs aren''t fully developed, so he''ll


    need to stay in the incubator."


    Her baby was alive.


    Despite her excitement, M couldn''t shake the heartbreak and distress she felt. Her baby, weighing


    only three pounds six ounces, seemed so tiny and fragile.


    Instead, her heart ached faintly, prompting her to withdraw her hand and turn to Florence. "Florence,


    where''s Phoebe?"


    "Phoebe is fine. She''s resting in the ward," Florence reassured gently.


    Florence leaned closer, offering her a tissue. "Don''t cry. You''ve just weed a beautiful baby into the


    world. Now, it''s important to focus on your well-being. Tears won''t mend anything. Stay positive, that''s


    the key to a swift recovery