Chapter 3

"Dr. Blake, the emergency record from obstetrics needs your signature for confirmation."

Nurse Priya stood at the VIP ward door holding a folder.

Blake tested the water temperature and handed it to Isaacson without looking back.

"Just leave it at the nurse's station. Can't you see Miss Isaacson can't be left alone right now?"

"But Dr. Blake, this record is very special, it's about last night's..."

"Special how? Obstetrics has emergencies every day."

Blake interrupted her.

He pulled out a tissue and wiped the water from the corner of Isaacson's mouth.

"I watched over Isaacson all night last night. I don't have the energy to deal with other matters. Have the deputy director sign it."

Priya opened her mouth, her eyes reddening.

She gripped the folder tightly, ultimately said nothing, and turned to leave.

I followed behind her, watching her put my death record in a drawer.

Along with the pink identification ankle band that never got put on, stuffed together into a medical record bag.

The morgue was too cold. My child and I lay in the freezer, unclaimed, eyes never opened.

I could only drift back to Blake's side.

Isaacson finished drinking water and timidly pulled at Blake's sleeve.

"Blake, she looked at me so fiercely last night, like she wanted to kill me."

"Is she still angry at me? Is she deliberately hiding so she doesn't have to see you?"

Blake took out his phone and looked at the empty WhatsApp chat interface, his brow slightly furrowed.

Usually, as long as he left for more than two hours, my messages would come one after another.

Asking when he'd come home, asking if Isaacson had another episode.

But from last night until now, there had been no activity in my chat window.

"She's just stubborn. She thinks I'm biased toward you and is sulking at me."

Blake's slender fingers tapped on the screen.

I drifted over and saw clearly the message he sent me.

"When you're done throwing your tantrum, respond. Isaacson is already pitiful enough, don't push her anymore."

"The child isn't a tool for you to compete for attention. Do you think playing missing will make me give in?"

After sending, he directly locked the screen.

Isaacson watched his actions, a flash of smugness in her eyes.

She bit her lip, and tears fell again.

"What if she reports me to the police? I'm really so scared."

Blake pulled out a copy of the settlement agreement.

"With this, she can't pursue anything. Besides, she's a doctor, she knows the severity."

"When she calms down, I'll have her apologize to you. After all, she did stimulate you last night."

I looked at him calmly.

Listening to him use the gentlest voice to condemn a dead person.

Two nurses passing in the corridor lowered their voices to gossip.

"That pregnant woman last night was so tragic, bled completely dry."

"Yes, the baby couldn't be saved either. I heard it was a fully formed baby girl."

Blake's hand holding the water cup paused.

He suddenly remembered that today seemed to be my due date.

He stood up, feeling stuffy in his chest.

"I'll go check on the obstetrics department."

He had just taken one step when Isaacson suddenly screamed, clutching her arm.

"It hurts! Blake, I'm so dizzy. Am I going to bleed again?"

Blake immediately turned around and sat back on the bedside, pressing her hand.

The nurse said quietly, "The pregnant woman who died last night, the father registered on the child's ankle band also seemed to be named Blake."

Blake was about to turn around when Isaacson suddenly screamed and threw herself into his arms.