He quickly scooped her up. "Sabrina, are you okay? I'll take you to the hospital."

Sabrina clung onto his arm, murmuring weakly, “Hurry up!"

The pain in her stomach intensified, her face reflecting her panic and agony.

Her baby!

She must protect the baby!

With Sabrina in his arms, Tyrone swiftly got into the car and ordered the driver, "Hurry up! Get us to the nearest hospital!"

Without a word, the driver revved the car into motion.

Slumped against his chest, Sabrina gradually began to fade.

Tyrone anxiously whispered in her ear, "Sabrina? Sabrina, stay awake. We're almost there."

"Okay." Sabrina fought to stay conscious.

In a haze, she was sent into the emergency room. She managed to tell the doctor weakly, "Please, save my baby."

"Don't worry. We will do everything possible to protect your baby."

Hearing the doctor's assurance, Sabrina sighed in relief, but she didn't forget to add, "The man outside is my ex-husband. Don't let him know that I'm pregnant."

The doctor was taken aback.

The man outside seemed deeply concerned about her. He'd assumed they were still married, but they were actually divorced.

Yet this was her personal matter. If she didn't wish to reveal it, as a doctor, he was duty-bound to maintain her confidentiality.

But why did the man look so familiar?

After a long time, Sabrina emerged from the depths of darkness. The first scent that greeted her senses was the sharp odor of disinfectant.

Sabrina's eyes fluttered open, and as she glanced around, she realized that she was in a hospital ward.

"Are you awake, Sabrina? How are you feeling?"

Upon opening her eyes, she was met with the comforting sight of Tyrone's handsome countenance.

Instinctively, her chilly hand reached for her belly.

"ALL seems well," she said, glancing towards the window to find that night had fallen.

A rumble from her stomach broke the silence.

"Are you hungry? Let me get someone to bring you food."