Walking Away While Pregnant: Dear Ex-Husband, I Don't Love You Anymore

Chapter 124: Chapter 124

North City.

Inside a VIP room at the hospital.

The nurse finished changing Fleur’s dressings, left her with a few standard instructions, and then stepped out. Robin was at kindergarten, and Mrs. Walsh had gone out to buy groceries.

The VIP suite was fully equipped, complete with an adjoining lounge for family members. Over the past few days of Fleur’s hospitalization, Mrs. Walsh had basically been living at the hospital with Robin.

Oliver had originally hired a caregiver for Fleur as well, but yesterday, feeling much better and slightly uncomfortable with a stranger around, Fleur used the excuse of not being used to it to have Oliver call the caregiver off.

At this moment, Fleur was entirely alone in the room.

Her wound was healing quite well. Over the last three days, Dylan had been incredibly busy. He had only visited twice, and both times he spent the majority of his time keeping Robin company, speaking very little to Fleur herself.

Anxiety clawed at Fleur’s chest. Given how well her recovery was progressing, she would likely be discharged in less than three days. Robin was deeply attached to her now; if she suggested moving abroad, he would almost certainly agree to go with her.

But she didn’t actually want to leave the country!

She had gone through so much trouble to find a reason to return here. She had no intention of walking away from the immense wealth and prestige of the Bennett family, or a man as exceptional as Dylan.

Besides, she had been incredibly ruthless with that knife strike—she hadn’t suffered all this pain just to end up exiled. If she really moved abroad now, wouldn’t all that agony have been for nothing?

Anxious and restless, she had spent the last two days racking her brain, desperate to find a plausible reason to stay in the country.

Just then, a knock sounded at the door.

Fleur snapped out of her thoughts and looked up. The door swung open, and a sharp, familiar figure walked into the room.

Recognizing the visitor, Fleur was slightly taken aback. "Alicia?"

She and Alicia Bennett had only met once before, back at the family banquet when Dylan officially introduced her and Robin to the family.

Despite that single, brief encounter, Alicia had left a deep impression on her. As the youngest daughter of the Bennett family, she was arrogant, spoiled, and bordering on insolent.

After the banquet, Fleur had discreetly looked into the Bennett family dynamics. It was common knowledge in the city that once Dylan took control of the family empire, Ella’s side—who had previously suppressed and plotted against him the most ruthlessly—fell into the most pathetic state.

Ella’s son, Steven, was exiled to the outermost margins of the family’s overseas businesses. It had been five years since he left, completely stripped of any influence within the Bennett family.

Meanwhile, Ella’s standard of living had plummeted compared to the past. Alicia, once the highly pampered fourth miss of the family, harbored bitter resentment over this. Going from luxury to frugality was like a slow, agonizing torture for Ella and Alicia, who were used to squandering money. How could they possibly accept it?

Yet, given Dylan’s current absolute power, no matter how resentful they were, they didn’t dare openly oppose him. In recent years, Ella had been frequently rubbing shoulders with wealthy socialites, solely hoping to form alliances through a strategic marriage.

Now, Alicia was making a sudden appearance here despite knowing how well Dylan looked after Fleur and her son. It was glaringly obvious that she was trying to cozy up and form a connection.

On the surface, Fleur remained perfectly serene, but internally, her guard was up.

Alicia was draped in designer brands, carrying a Chanel handbag that was clearly from last year’s collection. In her other hand, she held a fruit basket. The basket looked cheap and generic, obviously a last-minute purchase from a fruit stall downstairs.

Fleur’s gaze swept over it imperceptibly, a flash of mockery crossing her eyes. A pampered socialite through and through—she doesn’t even know how to put on a convincing show.

Alicia walked up to the bed and glanced down at Fleur’s pale complexion. Disgust and disdain flashed briefly in her eyes, which were heavily done up in exquisite makeup.

But a second later, her lips curved into what she considered a warm and sincere smile.

"Fleur, I only just heard today that you were hospitalized. Oh, it’s such a shame—my mother went on a trip with a few other ladies these past few days, otherwise, she definitely would have come with me to visit you."

"Please extend my gratitude to them for their concern," Fleur replied. She propped herself up against the bed to sit up, but the movement pulled at her wound, causing her to sharply gasp from the pain.

Alicia stood by and watched coldly, making no move to assist.

As a coddled young heiress who was used to being flattered and taken care of, she had no concept of how to show genuine care or comfort others. Moreover, she had come today with an agenda, not out of actual kindness. Seeing Fleur so weak and struggling didn’t evoke a shred of empathy in her, nor did she realize how utterly flawed her own acting was.

But her cold indifference did not escape Fleur. Fleur saw right through her.

Ella and Alicia were far too foolish to be suitable allies. However, the enemy of my enemy is my friend—and that phrase was never just empty words.

Fleur lowered her eyes, concealing the calculating glint within them. When she looked up again, her face was soft with a gentle, sisterly smile. "Alicia, don’t just stand there. Sit down. We’re all family, there’s no need to be formal..."

***

About ten minutes later, Alicia left.

As she was exiting, Mrs. Walsh happened to return from grocery shopping, and the two crossed paths just outside the room. Alicia and Mrs. Walsh exchanged a brief, passing glance before Alicia headed straight for the elevators.

Mrs. Walsh’s hand paused on the doorknob for a moment as she glanced back at Alicia’s retreating figure. Once she saw her step into the elevator, Mrs. Walsh withdrew her gaze, turned the handle, and walked into the room.

Inside, Fleur was leaning against the headboard, quietly reading a book.

"Madam, I’ve brought the groceries back. Please wait just a moment, I’ll prepare lunch for you right away."

Fleur closed her book and looked up. "Alright, thank you for your hard work."

"You’re far too polite, Miss. It’s only my duty," Mrs. Walsh said with a warm smile, carrying the groceries into the suite’s kitchenette. Soon, the bustling sounds of her cooking echoed from the kitchen.

Fleur looked away, pulled out her phone, and opened her contacts. Finding Dylan’s number, she dialed. The phone rang several times before it was finally picked up.

"Fleur."

Fleur’s voice was soft and gentle. "Dylan, are you free around lunchtime?"

On the other end, Dylan seemed to hesitate for a few seconds before replying, "I have a business lunch today. If there is something you need, you can tell me directly."

"It’s nothing urgent, really. It’s just that my wound is mostly healed, so I was thinking it might be time to bring up the matter of moving abroad with Robin."

Hearing this, the line fell dead silent.

Fleur’s grip on her phone tightened slightly as she added, "Also, Alicia just paid me a visit. Dylan, even though I haven’t been back for long, I’ve heard a bit about what you’ve dealt with in the Bennett family over the years. I feel like Alicia’s motives for coming here today weren’t entirely pure... I’m a little worried about you."

"I see," Dylan’s deep voice resonated, followed by what sounded like a faint sigh. "I will pick Robin up from kindergarten this afternoon, and then we will head over to the hospital together."

A wave of relief washed over Fleur, and her lips curled into a victorious smile. "Alright, see you then."

***

Meanwhile, Elise had enjoyed a deeply relaxing and peaceful week in the coastal city.

However, on the eighth day, the meteorological bureau issued an urgent alert: due to abnormal tropical air currents, a super typhoon had suddenly shifted its trajectory and was now violently hurtling toward the coast!

It was predicted to make landfall along the Rainport’s coast by the night after next. The relevant authorities were issuing consecutive emergency broadcasts, warning local residents to immediately reinforce their typhoon safety measures.

Early that morning, the guesthouse owner had already hired people to reinforce the doors and windows. Having lived on the coast for so long, this was a routine part of the annual typhoon season. Still, a typhoon this late in the year was quite rare; global weather patterns had become increasingly erratic over the last two years.

Under normal circumstances, Elise wouldn’t have thought twice about a typhoon. But things were different now—she was pregnant, and she had to be far more cautious for the sake of the baby.

Later that afternoon, as she lay on a rocking chair just outside her room, debating whether she should temporarily flee to another city for a couple of days, her phone suddenly rang.

She picked it up. The screen displayed an unfamiliar number...