《Regretful Heart: CEO's Tears Over Her Pregnancy》全部章節：第 111 章 - 第 120 章

Warren’s POVI rushed Desiree into the resort’s clinic. Her soaked robe clung to her trembling frame as I carried her in my arms. The moment we stepped through the doors, I called out."She’s bleeding! Her wrist!" I barked, my voice raw with urgency.A nurse quickly wheeled over a gurney while another adjusted an oxygen mask over her face."Emergency case! Possible wrist laceration!" they called out."Get her to Bay 3, now!"They wheeled her off and disappeared behind the curtain to the emergency room. I tried to follow, but a nurse held up her hand, barring me."I’m sorry, sir. You’ll need to wait outside.""But I—" I started, then stopped. What good would arguing do? I stood there, helpless, watching them swarm around her through the narrow glass window.I staggered to the wall and slumped against it. Breathless, drenched, and shaken to the core. The hallway around me buzzed faintly with voices and intercoms, but all I could hear was my own guilt pounding in my ears.What the hell ju

Vienna’s POVAs we drove back to Kingsford, Fred kept glancing at me from the corner of his eye. The low hum of the engine filled the silence between us. Finally, he spoke."You really don’t have to come with me to see my parents," he said gently, keeping his tone light but firm. "This isn’t your burden to carry, Vienna. I can explain things myself."I looked over at him, resolute. "But it is mine to carry. At least partly," I replied. "It was my conflict with Ashley that put you in this position. I can’t let them think it was all your fault."Fred let out a quiet sigh, his fingers tightening on the steering wheel. "What happened to you back at the estate... it was more than enough for anyone to deal with. You’ve been through hell, Vienna. You should be resting, not walking into another confrontation.""I will rest," I promised, managing a faint smile. "Just… not yet. I need to face this first."As the car slowed to a stop in front of Fred’s restaurant, I felt a strange flutter of ner

Vienna’s POVA part of me hesitated. Harold McAllister had been acting oddly ever since he saw me. Still, curiosity prickled at my skin. Despite the nerves stirring in my chest, I nodded. "Alright."I followed Harold to a quiet corner near the back of the restaurant. The moment we sat down, I folded my hands in my lap and spoke first. "I want to be clear, Mr. McAllister… I’m leaving for France soon. I’ve been accepted into Le Cordon Bleu in Paris. I won’t be interfering in Fred’s life anymore. Or Ashley’s. So no need to worry—I won’t be part of your family’s story."He didn’t respond right away. Instead, he studied my face with an intensity that made me shift in my chair. When he finally spoke, his voice was softer than I expected. Gentle, even."I’m not here to talk about that," he said, shaking his head. "It’s… something else entirely."I frowned. "Something else?"He leaned back in his chair, exhaling slowly. "That photo Ashley sent us—it was grainy. I couldn’t see your face clearl

Vienna’s POVI let myself into Warren’s villa using the spare key hidden under the stone planter. The Hales were still away on their little "family holiday," which made this the perfect time to retrieve my things without a confrontation.The air inside was quiet and cold. I walked through the familiar rooms. Each one echoed with too many memories, both sweet and bitter. I didn't linger. I couldn’t afford to.I moved quickly, packing everything into labeled boxes and bags. The moving company I’d hired showed up right on time, and the workers began hauling my things out the front door one by one. I stood at the threshold, arms crossed, watching as the last remnants of my life with Warren were carried away.Just then, my phone buzzed. I glanced down and saw my lawyer’s name on the screen."Hello?""Miss Vienna," the lawyer said smoothly, "Warren Hale has signed the divorce papers. The certificate will be faxed over shortly."I closed my eyes and let out a long, quiet breath. "Excellent,"

Vienna’s POVHarold, clearly trying to ease the tension in the air, said with a smile, "Why don’t we all have dinner together—just the three of us—before Vienna heads off to Paris? A proper sendoff."Fred and I exchanged a look. It was still strange, this new reality between us. But we both nodded."Alright," Fred said. "Let’s do it."We ended up at one of Taste Royalty’s newest restaurant ventures. A sleek, candlelit place with warm lighting and an open kitchen. Over the clinking of silverware and murmured conversation, we spoke about everything. The past, the wild twist of fate that connected us, and what the future might now hold.Fred stirred his risotto, then glanced up at me. "I still can’t believe you’re actually… my sister."I gave him a small smile, equally bewildered. "Tell me about it. Yesterday we were coworkers and… whatever else people thought we were. Today? Blood-related."Harold chuckled gently and leaned back in his chair, his face soft with affection. "Life is stran