Chapter 334

Chapter 334:

He immediately paused the meeting and stepped outside with his phone. “Gabriela, what’s wrong p>

His tone was guarded, betraying no emotion, but hearing his voice, Gabriela’s tears fell instantly.

Softly, she murmured, “Wesley p>

It was the first time she had used his name, her voice a fragile whisper, like a kitten’s mew, tugging at his heart.

Wesley’s throat tightened, his voice softening. “Yes p>

Another wave of pain gripped Gabriela’s abdomen. She bit her lip, silent, listening to Wesley’s faint breathing on the line.

“Is there something you need?” he asked after a pause.

“No,” she replied, voice still soft. “I’m in my mother’s hometown. The air is clean, and the mountains and rivers are beautiful. I love it here p>

She longed to tell Wesley she loved him — but the words stayed trapped inside.

𝘈𝘥𝗱𝗂𝗰𝘁𝗶𝘷e s𝘵𝘰r𝗶𝘦s 𝗼ո

Wesley muttered under his breath.

The air was nice, and she was content — no wonder she hadn’t come back.

After a brief silence, Gabriela added, “Mr. Moss, I won’t bother you anymore p>

“When are you returning?” Wesley cut in quickly. “The countryside’s nice, but you can’t stay forever. What about your mother’s company p>

Gabriela’s consciousness was slipping. She whispered, “I’ll stay for another month. Goodbye, Mr. Moss p>

She hung up and passed out.

Wesley stared at his screen, frustration flaring.

He had let her go because she’d said she needed to take over the family business. Now she had boldly retreated to the countryside, staying there for half a year. He missed her so fiercely his heart ached. Yet she seemed so at ease, wanting another month. When she returned, he would find a way to keep her close, never letting her slip away again.

As Gabriela lost consciousness, they reached the city hospital. After a quick examination, the doctor frowned. “Her water has broken, and she’s unconscious. We need an immediate C-section p>

Farley was at his wits’ end, agreeing to whatever the doctor suggested. “Alright, let’s do the C-section p>

The doctor presented a consent form. “We need the father’s signature p>

“The father’s not here,” Farley said. “I’m her friend — can I sign p>

“A relative needs to sign,” the doctor replied.

“She has no parents, no family left,” Farley said, eyes red. “I’m the closest she has p>

Given the urgency, the doctor allowed Farley to sign the document.

During surgery, Gabriela suffered heavy bleeding, teetering on the edge of danger.

Tessa, like Farley, was a nervous wreck, sweating anxiously.

Night fell. Wesley sat in his private garden, staring at a pot of wilted orchids.

A sudden, sharp pain stabbed his chest, like a needle piercing his heart.

Miriam approached with a glass of juice, hoping Wesley would drink, but when she saw him pale and slumped against a stone pillar, alarm surged through her. She hurried to steady him.

“Mr. Moss, are you alright? Is your heart troubling you again p>

After a brief moment, the heavy ache in his chest eased, and he reassured her, “I’m okay p>

“The weather is getting chilly,” Miriam said with a note of concern. “You shouldn’t be out in this breeze. Your heart is fragile, and you’ve been staying up late. You need more rest p>

Wesley stayed quiet, his brow creased, as an inexplicable unease stirred within him.

After a pause, he pulled out his phone and called Gabriela, but no one answered.