When the call was picked up, the officer handed the phone to Sabrina.

An uncertain voice on the other end queried, "Hello, who's this?"

"Karen, it's me."

"Mrs. Blakely!" Karen gasped. "Why are you not home yet? And you didn't even have your phone."

"I was in a car accident. Can you come to Healthwell Hospital with some fresh clothes and my wallet?"

Visibly shaken, Karen asked, "Mrs. Blakely, are you alright? How did you end up in a car accident? I'LL be there right away."

“My room number is..."

"Room 503, Brain Department, Inpatient Building 1," the policewoman filled in.

"Okay, got it. I'll be there immediately."

After ending the call, Sabrina handed the phone back to the officer and said, "Thank you."

"No problem. We'll keep you posted once we capture the culprit.”

"Alright." Sabrina nodded as the police departed.

A doctor arrived shortly to examine Sabrina. As the policewoman had indicated, Sabrina made it a point to check on her unborn baby's health with the doctor.

The doctor assured Sabrina that the medication wouldn't affect her child, putting her at ease.

She then requested the doctor, "My housekeeper will handle all my paperwork Later. She's on good terms with my ex-husband, so I'd appreciate it if you could withhold my medical record from her and not inform her about my pregnancy. Thank you."

“But why wouldn't you want your ex-husband to know about your pregnancy?"

“He's about to remarry," Sabrina explained, prompting sympathy from the doctor.

The beautiful, youthful woman before him was pregnant with a one-month-old baby, yet her ex-husband was set to marry again. It was clear he had been unfaithful.

How could anyone cheat on such a beautiful woman!

"Okay." The doctor agreed to Sabrina's request and left.

Now alone in her ward, Sabrina had nothing much to do.

She shared the room with two other patients, overhearing their conversations with visiting family members.

One was a woman recuperating from a benign brain tumor operation, soon to be discharged. Her family seemed calm and relieved.

The other was an elderly lady recovering from a cerebral hemorrhage.

Her daughter-in-law arrived grudgingly to tend to her, grumbling, "The medical bills have become a drain on our finances lately. No matter how much Gordon brings home, it's not going to last much Longer."