Chapter 215

“Okay,” Josiah said, his forehead slick with cold sweat, worry etched deep on his face. “Let’s go to the hospital now. You’ll be fine. I won’t let anything happen to you.”

His subordinate drove. Josiah immediately called Zach. “Tell them to get ready—surgeons, orthopedic surgeons…”

“Obstetrician,” Sienna interjected sharply, grabbing his sleeve.

Josiah was stunned. “Sienna, what did you say?”

It was an emergency. She wanted to hide it, but feared keeping the secret would jeopardize the baby. She knew this was risky; Josiah likely didn't want the child. But she had no choice. Clutching his sleeve, tears streamed down her face. “Josiah, please… save my baby. I know you don’t want it. It’s mine. I’ll raise it myself and never bother you. Please, I beg you…”

She covered her stomach, her face paling. She feared the baby was in danger.

The realization hit Josiah: Sienna was pregnant. She was carrying their baby.

He shouted into the phone, “Did you hear that? Obstetrician! Get an obstetrician!”

“Yes, Mr. Flynn,” Zach replied.

Hanging up, Josiah hesitated, then gently placed his hands on Sienna’s belly. She leaned against him. He felt their baby within her, holding his beloved woman and their child. The wonder of it was overwhelming.

His heart pounded, a tremor in his chest. He’d lived a full life, but nothing compared to this moment. He kissed her forehead, his head bowed in disbelief. “Is this real? Tell me it’s true.”

Sienna couldn’t see his face, but his tone was strange. Could he be… happy?

His excitement overshadowed her silence. He lowered his head and kissed her again. “When did you find out? Why didn’t you tell me?”

He mumbled, “I heard the first three months are crucial; you need to be extra careful…”

Unfortunately, Sienna had just been kidnapped.

“Damn it!” Josiah narrowed his eyes, his voice cold and sharp. “We must find that couple. They will be punished.”

Sienna was even more confused. Did he… really care about this baby? But why?

Josiah recalled their earlier conversation. “Wait,” he said, “What did you mean earlier when you said I didn’t want this baby?”

His eyes darkened, a frown furrowing his brow. “Why would you say that?” he murmured, holding her close. “You asked me before, and I already answered.”

Sienna couldn’t explain. The pain in her stomach was intense; she closed her eyes, refusing to speak.

“Oh, Sienna,” Josiah’s heart ached for her. He held her tighter, kissing her sweat-dampened forehead.

“You don’t tell me anything, and then you overthink it. We’re almost there. We’ll soon reach the hospital,” he said gently.

Sienna leaned against him, silent. She no longer understood him. His heart hadn't always been with her. Could it be that he didn’t mind if a woman he didn’t love bore his baby?

Growing unease churned in her stomach as they approached the hospital. Suddenly, she opened her eyes and gripped his hand tightly.

“Josiah,” she whispered weakly.

“I’m here,” Josiah said, his heart leaping. “What’s wrong?”

“I… I’m bleeding…” Tears streamed down her face.

“What?” Josiah instantly understood the gravity of bleeding during pregnancy. The memory of Yvette’s miscarriage four years ago was painfully fresh. Holding her hand tightly, he pressed it to his lips. “It’ll be alright. It’ll be fine.”

His voice trembled, betraying his fear. “Faster! Even faster!” he roared at his subordinate.

“Mr. Flynn,” his subordinate stammered, “we’re going as fast as we can.”

Sienna clutched his hand, her eyes brimming with tears. Josiah lowered his head and kissed her eyes. “Don’t cry. There’s hope.”

He mumbled, his throat tightening, “Even if… We’re still young. We can have more…”

“No, no,” Sienna sobbed, shaking her head. “I only want this one.”

“Okay, okay,” Josiah nodded repeatedly. “We’ll have this one. It will be fine.”

Sienna looked at him, speechless. This comfort meant nothing. He didn’t understand her pain, or anything.

If this baby were lost, she would lose more than just a child. She would shatter Joyce’s hope.

The car screeched to a halt. His subordinate opened the door. “Mr. Flynn, we’re here.”

“Sienna, we’re here,” Josiah said, carrying her inside. Zach had arrived, and medical staff rushed toward them with a stretcher.

He placed Sienna on the stretcher, holding her hand. “It’s okay. You’ll be okay soon.”

“Josiah,” she cried, her grip loosening. “Save our baby! Save it!”

“Okay. Don’t worry,” he promised.

Wheels rolled, carrying Sienna into the emergency room. Through the curtain, she heard voices.

“Mr. Flynn, this is the director of obstetrics and gynecology,” Zach announced.

“Hello, Doctor. I entrust my wife and baby to you,” Josiah said courteously, even in this urgent moment. “Please save my wife. Please save our baby. Please.”

The doctor nodded. “Mr. Flynn, rest assured. I will do my best.”

Tears slipped down Sienna’s face as she closed her eyes.

The curtain parted, revealing the obstetrician. “Mrs. Flynn, I’m ready to begin your examination.”