Chapter 253

Sienna lay on the floor, not fully unconscious but too weak to speak or move. She sensed someone entering. It was the housekeeper.

“The lights are on!” The housekeeper stepped into the living room. She had returned to retrieve her forgotten phone, but upon entering, she saw Sienna on the floor.

“Ms. Shaw?” The housekeeper, momentarily stunned, rushed over. “Ms. Shaw!” Seeing Sienna’s tightly shut eyes and pale face, she panicked. “Ms. Shaw, what’s happening? Ms. Shaw, please wake up!”

The housekeeper worriedly thought, What should I do? Mr. Flynn isn’t home. I should call an ambulance. I also need to inform community security; otherwise, the ambulance won't be able to enter.

Around five in the morning, Josiah left a gathering at Mousea House. He drove back to Silver Beach, smelling of alcohol, planning a shower, a change of clothes, and perhaps a short nap.

As he passed the community gate, the security guard, momentarily stunned, said, “Mr. Flynn, you’re back?”

“Yeah,” Josiah nodded, paying little attention.

The security guard politely inquired, “Mr. Flynn, is Ms. Shaw alright? Is everything fine?” Josiah, startled, pulled over and looked at the guard closely. “What do you mean? What’s wrong with my wife?”

The guard mused, It’s interesting; Mr. Flynn always calls Ms. Shaw his wife, but she corrects me. I wonder if they’re married. He quickly replied, “Your wife was taken to the hospital last night. Didn’t you know?” He assumed Josiah had already been informed.

Josiah’s eyes narrowed in shock. “Which hospital?”

The guard, surprised by Josiah's lack of knowledge, stammered, “Harbwood Hospital.”

With a screech of tires, the black Bentley made a U-turn and sped away.

At the hospital, Sienna had just awakened and immediately called Dr. Nelson, her ovulation-inducing medication prescriber. She recounted the events of the previous night, concluding, “That’s it. I’m at the hospital now.”

Dr. Nelson replied, “These are your ovulation days. If the reaction is too severe and you don’t get pregnant, I wouldn’t recommend continuing the medication.”

Sienna paused. “We’ll see then. Thank you, Dr. Nelson.” Hanging up, she sighed. It seemed the harder she tried, the more elusive her desires became.

Outside, Sienna heard voices. Josiah had arrived and met the doctor. His usually sharp features showed fatigue and deep worry. “How’s my wife? What caused her to faint?”

The doctor explained, “At first glance, Mrs. Flynn seems weak and has low energy levels. I suggest a detailed medical check-up today.”

“Okay,” Josiah nodded and entered the room.

A nurse was helping Sienna drink water. Seeing him, Sienna smiled. “You’re here.” She continued sipping.

Josiah gazed at her makeup-free face, pale in the morning light. Her thin frame seemed even more fragile. His heart ached.

After the nurse helped Sienna lie down, Josiah sat on the bed’s edge and gently held her hand. His words caught in his throat. “Sienna… I’m sorry.”

I acted so foolishly! he thought. My jealousy made me ignore her calls. She must have felt terrified and helpless. He shuddered at the thought. He leaned down, wrapping her in the blanket. “I’m sorry.”

Sienna, too tired to resist, remained still. She recalled a similar situation four years ago. This man, never there when she needed him.

Josiah, his face full of regret and fear, said, “Sienna, never again. No matter what, I won’t ignore your calls.”

“Josiah,” Sienna said.

“Hmm? What is it?” he asked.

Sienna chuckled, her cheeks in his hands. “I was just wondering… have you ever not picked up Yvette’s call?”

Josiah froze. Sienna’s soft smile hurt him more than tears or yelling.

“Sienna, I was wrong. Please forgive me,” Josiah pleaded. “There won’t be a next time!”

Sienna smiled, allowing his embrace. “Alright, you said it yourself.”

Josiah hugged her tightly. “I won’t dare again, never again.” He helped her lie down and suggested, “The doctor said we need a detailed check-up.”

“No need!” Sienna refused. “I don’t want a check-up.”

Josiah gently coaxed, “Let’s find out what’s wrong, be good.”

Sienna shook her head. “I’m just weak from dieting. I’m fine.”

Despite his pleas, she remained adamant. Josiah, exasperated yet charmed by her stubbornness, conceded. “Alright, no check-up. But next time you have symptoms, you must come to the hospital immediately, no excuses, okay?”

Sienna glanced at him. “Okay.” There might not even be a next time, she thought. The doctor, without the check-up, gave her discharge instructions.

That evening, after dinner, Sienna said, “Carry me.”

Josiah playfully tapped her nose, then obediently squatted. “You’re so lazy. Okay.” Sienna smiled and lay on his back.

“Let’s go!” Josiah said, standing. But he suddenly stopped, muscles tense, a rush of heat surging through him.