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"What time is it?" she mumbled. Then, realization hit. "Oh God, your dad must be worried! I should’ve gone out and informed him hours ago that you’re—”

She started to slip out of bed, but before she could, Christian’s arms tightened around her waist.

With one swift motion, he pulled her back against his chest, burying his face into her neck.

Soft kisses brushed against her skin.

"Dad already came in and saw you crushing me with your hug," Christian's voice carried a teasing lilt as he spoke. "He’s gone out to get some meds. He’ll be back in a while."

Ivy’s horrified gaze shot to Christian, her eyes wide with shock. "Why didn’t you wake me up? Oh my God, that must have looked so weird! You are the patient and I was sleeping on top of you. Jesus!"

Christian's body shook against hers with a low chuckle. He leaned in, whispering against her ear, "Don’t worry. He was just happy to see me doing well so soon, unlike the last attack. He could have practically hopped out of this room in joy."

Ivy stared into Christian’s eyes, still anxious, but before she could say anything, he leaned in and pressed a soft kiss on her lips. A tremor ran through her body at the gentle touch.

Christian smiled at her reaction, then trailed another kiss along her cheek before pulling back, burying his face against her neck from behind. His lips brushed softly against her skin, sending tingles down her spine.

Defeated, she gave in, allowing him to hold her.

The hours passed, evening fading into the night.

When Ivy finally got up, she walked to the bathroom. As she stepped out, the door to the room suddenly opened. Assuming it was Hank with the medicine, she looked up—only to freeze.

A woman walked in instead.

She wasn’t dressed poorly, but her clothes weren’t expensive either. Her face was slightly aged, carrying traces of time and wear. Her gaze fell on Ivy first, then slowly drifted to Christian’s bed.

Ivy followed her line of sight, turning to look at Christian, only to be met with a sight that made her stomach drop.

Christian had gone rigid. His entire body was frozen, his eyes locked onto the woman as if he had seen a ghost. And right before her eyes, Ivy watched in horror as his body seemed to lose all control—his legs gave out, and he fell back onto the bed, sitting down as if the strength had been drained from him.

Then, his gaze snapped to Ivy.

Her heart pounded in her chest, fear creeping up her spine. This felt like a nightmare, one she prayed wasn’t real. But the more she saw the color drain from Christian’s face, the more that fear became reality.

Panic surged through Ivy’s chest. "Christian!" She rushed toward him, her heart pounding wildly.

Chapter 41 I Heard You

She reached him just in time. Christian immediately grabbed her hand, pulling her to his side, his arm wrapping around hers in a desperate grip. She felt his hands trembling.

"Get out," Christian said coldly, his voice like ice as he glared at the woman.

The woman’s gaze flickered to Ivy, and she gave a small smile. "Hi, I’m Gemma. Christian’s mom. You are?"

Christian interjected sharply, his voice cutting through the air like a blade. "Get the fuck out!"

Ivy didn’t return Gemma’s smile. If this woman was the reason Christian was still haunted by his past, she had no interest in forming any kind of familiarity with her. Not unless she could change Christian’s past.

Gemma’s smile faltered. She hesitated, clearly intimidated by the sudden hostility, but her fingers tightened around the bag in her hands.

"Christian," she said, stepping closer.

Ivy felt Christian’s body tense even more, every muscle going stiff.

"I know that leaving you and starting a new family hurt you deeply," Gemma continued. "I shouldn’t have left you like that. But you need to understand... I wasn’t in the right mental state to care for you."

Ivy could barely hold back her anger. It surged through her like fire.

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