Chapter 254

It was just a menstrual period, yet that man felt so heartbroken about it? Although he was a sugar daddy, that man was so handsome and powerful. What right did Ophelia have to receive such affection?! She wanted to make Ophelia lose everything!

Recalling Adalynn’s instructions, Stella typed quickly on her phone, her eyes burning with malicious intent.

Ophelia was carried into the hospital, given some medication, and then carried out again. Looking at the pale face of the person in his arms, Winford’s expression was somewhat unpleasant.

“I’m fine, I just needed to go back and rest a bit…” Ophelia comforted him.

In fact, if it weren’t for wanting to put his mind at ease, she wouldn’t have even wanted to come to the hospital. She herself studied medicine and knew that this situation could only be managed through regular care. Now that the pain had become severe, the doctor could only prescribe some painkillers and suggest “drinking more hot water,” as there was nothing else that could be done.

It was estimated that she was frightened by her husband’s pressure, which was why he went to great lengths to prescribe her so much medication.

Chapter 254

But even though the doctor said there was nothing wrong, Winford still seemed unable to relax. Hearing her say that, he did not speak; his thin lips pressed into a sharp, straight line, and he took her back to the apartment.

Gently placing her on the bed and covering her with the quilt, he turned and walked away. After a while, he brought three cups of water: a cup of ginger soup, a cup of brown sugar water, and a cup of hot water.

Ophelia: Her husband obviously took the doctor’s words to heart, but why couldn’t he make a bowl of three-in-one ginger and brown sugar water?

She hated the taste of ginger soup and brown sugar water, but after glancing at the frown on Winford’s forehead, she swallowed her words of protest and obediently reached out to take the cup.

“Don’t move.” Seeing her weak and powerless, Winford was not at ease handing her such a heavy cup of water. He helped her up and leaned her against him, then brought the rim of the cup to her lips and said, “Drink.”

Ophelia obediently opened her mouth. After drinking three large cups of water and taking painkillers, the effect was still minimal. Ophelia did not know why she was in so much pain this time; it had never been this serious before. It seemed that she needed to take good care of herself in the future.

Seeing her curled up in bed like a shrimp, her face pale and her lips constantly mumbling, Winford felt his heart twist into a knot. He picked up the phone and said in a low voice to Graham on the other end, “Get the doctor to come over!”

“Useless…” Ophelia reached out from under the blanket and grabbed the corner of his sleeve. To avoid making him too worried, she forced a strained smile at him, despite the sweat on her forehead. “I will be fine soon, don’t worry, dear…”

Suddenly, she remembered something and grabbed his big hand, placing it on her belly. She acted like a spoiled child and said, “Honey, help me cover it, and it won’t hurt anymore…”

Winford said in a hushed voice, “…Okay.” He lay beside her, holding her in his arms, his warm palm tightly covering her belly. It might have been somewhat useful. Ophelia initially hummed softly, but after a while, her voice grew faint, and half an hour later, she fell asleep directly in his arms.