Chapter 534
Chapter 533:
Half an hour passed. The steady drip of the IV slowly pushed color back into Jocelyn’s cheeks. The violent nausea subsided into a dull, lingering ache.
Jocelyn opened her eyes and stared blankly at the surgical lights embedded in the ceiling. The physical sickness was fading, but the psychological upheaval Chloe had caused was still raging through her. He built a cage to keep you safe because he was trapped in one himself.
The heavy door clicked open.
The attending physician walked in holding a rush-order lab printout, wearing a warm, knowing smile that reached his eyes. Bella slipped into the room right behind him, rushing to the side of the bed and grabbing Jocelyn’s cold hand.
“Is it severe hypoglycemia?” Bella demanded, looking at the doctor. “She was fasting this morning p>
The doctor walked to the foot of the bed, glanced down at the chart, then looked directly into Jocelyn’s eyes.
“The hypoglycemia is merely a secondary symptom, Mrs. Collins,” he said, his voice calm and professional. “It is not the root cause of your nausea and dizziness p>
Jocelyn’s heart plummeted. A cold spike of dread shot down her spine. “Am I sick?” she asked, her voice trembling. “Is it a tumor p>
The doctor let out a soft chuckle and shook his head.
“Congratulations, Mrs. Collins,” he announced, his voice ringing clearly in the quiet room. “You are not sick. You are pregnant p>
Y𝗼𝗎r 𝗻𝖾𝗑𝘵 𝖿𝘢𝗏o𝗿𝗶𝘵𝖾 r𝗲𝗮𝗱 і𝗌 𝗼𝘯
The words detonated like a bomb. The air instantly vanished from the room.
Jocelyn’s eyes snapped wide open. Her pupils dilated so fast it hurt. She stared at the doctor, her mind completely blank. Ten seconds of absolute, deafening white noise filled her skull.
Bella shattered the silence with an ear-piercing scream, slapping both hands over her mouth as tears instantly flooded her eyes.
“How?” Jocelyn stammered, her lips trembling uncontrollably. “That’s impossible. We were just at Mount Sinai. They did an ultrasound. They said p>
“The blood hCG levels indicate you are approximately four weeks along,” the doctor explained patiently. “What you experienced in Philadelphia was indeed a false positive event — you weren’t pregnant then. But it seems you conceived very soon after. At this early stage, a standard ultrasound will show nothing, and urine tests can be unreliable. But the blood does not lie. You are definitively pregnant p>
He stepped forward and handed the lab printout to Jocelyn, pointing to the bold, highlighted number indicating a definitive positive result.
Jocelyn stared at the black ink on the page.
The crushing weight of the past few weeks evaporated instantly. A tidal wave of pure, unadulterated joy crashed over her. She dropped the paper. Her trembling hands flew down to press against her flat stomach.
Tears spilled over her eyelashes, tracking hot and fast down her cheeks.
Bella threw herself over the bed rails, wrapping her arms tightly around Jocelyn’s neck. “You did it! You’re going to be a mom! The Collins heir is here!” she babbled, crying and laughing at the same time.
Jocelyn sobbed into Bella’s shoulder. It was a miracle. The exact thing she had prayed for on cold bathroom floors had finally happened.