None of the doctors lifted their heads as Weston and the physician spoke. They were professionals, but curiosity lingered. Everyone in the room was aware of the public image: Weston and Guinevere were married, at least that’s how it appeared. They had children together, after all. Yet, from the way Weston was now tending to Stella, it was clear she held an important place in his life.
Something was unfolding between them—something none of the doctors had expected. Weston, who had always been indifferent to women, who had no scandals or rumors swirling around him, seemed to harbor a genuine affection for Stella. The question lingered in their minds: how would Guinevere react when she found out?
As the minutes passed, Weston watched as Stella’s condition slowly improved. He let out a sigh of relief. Perhaps the strain of the struggle had exhausted her, for the moment her eyes fluttered shut, she fell into a deep sleep.
Seeing her at peace for the first time that night, Weston stood, his gaze shifting to the doctor beside him. Without a word, she nodded, signaling for them to step out. As they left the room, the rest of the team remained with Stella, monitoring her recovery.
“How is she?” Weston asked, his voice steady, but with a hint of urgency.
The doctor studied the data, her brows furrowed in concern. “She needs a full check-up at the hospital… and…”
Weston’s eyes narrowed slightly. “And what?”
“She needs a psychological assessment as well,” the doctor continued, her voice cautious.
“Psychological?” Weston stopped in his tracks, his expression unreadable.
The doctor hesitated, feeling the weight of his scrutiny. “Her emotional state is unstable. It’s likely she’s had significant trauma in the past. Our initial assessment shows her body is weak, but there are no major physical issues. However, based on her discomfort, it would be wise to have a complete evaluation. I believe the root cause might be psychological in nature.”
Weston stood frozen, processing the information. After a pause, he finally spoke, his voice softer than before. “If it’s psychological… What should I do?”
The doctor met his gaze, sensing the hint of sadness in his words. “If there is a psychological issue, I would recommend seeing a psychologist. It’s important for her to have a positive mindset… It’s crucial not to force her into things she’s not ready for.”
“What if I want to force her?” Weston’s words hung heavy in the air, surprising the doctor with their intensity.
She blinked, unsure if she had heard him correctly. “What?”
Weston repeated, his tone unwavering. “What if I want to force her?”
The doctor paused, processing his words. She concealed her surprise and gave a careful reply, “I’m not sure. You should ask the psychologist.”
It wasn’t until midnight that the flurry of activity subsided. The source of Stella’s sudden pain had been identified as inflammation, and anti-inflammatory medications were administered. By the time Weston was sure she was stable, there was some color returning to her face.
Only then did he allow the doctors to leave, still watching over her closely. As he checked on her, his eyes landed on the bruise on her hand where the intravenous line had been removed. The black-and-blue mark stood in stark contrast to her pale skin.
“This lady has a special physique and a rare blood type. It’s unavoidable,” the doctor explained quickly.
Weston rubbed his forehead in frustration. “Is there anything we can do to ease her pain?”
The doctor hesitated. “It will be tricky.”
“I don’t care how tricky,” Weston replied, his voice sharp with determination. “Just find a way.”
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