Chapter 388 Did I Force This on You?
He walked out right away.
Time dragged on, and Pearl felt like she was already dead.
Everything around her was pitch black.
She had no idea where she was, just that she was terrified.
She didn't want to die yet, not knowing if her baby was a boy or a girl, alive or dead, as she hadn't heard it cry or seen its face.
She wanted to live, but her body was exhausted.
Not knowing how long she'd been drifting, suddenly, she saw a tall, shadowy figure ahead.
Pearl felt a bit scared and asked, "Who are you?"
The figure ignored her, so she asked again, "Are you here to take me to hell?"
The figure stayed silent.
Pearl almost thought it was a statue until it moved slightly.
Her heart trembled, but she found it funny. If she was already dead, why fear another soul?
She walked towards him.
The figure turned and slowly lifted his head.
Seeing a faceless figure, Pearl screamed.
She sat up, drenched in cold sweat. As she opened her eyes, she realized she was still alive, despite the fright.
Reality and dream overlapped, as if it had happened, yet like a dream.
She was in the ward.
"Ms. Harris, what's wrong?" Nurse Delilah Wood walked in, concerned after hearing the scream.
Pearl looked at Delilah, still gasping for breath. "What's wrong with me?"
Everything was too calm, as if nothing had happened.
Pearl doubted if she was dreaming. Was giving birth a dream? Almost dying a dream? Just like the nightmare she had.
"You're in the hospital. You've been in a coma for a week," Delilah told her.
'This isn't a dream. I've been in a coma for a week.' Pearl realized everything she had experienced, then reached to the side, finding nothing. She instinctively asked, "The baby was born, right? Where's my baby? Why can't I see him?"
Delilah fell silent.
Pearl panicked immediately. She remembered giving birth in the car but didn't know what happened to the baby.
"Where's Oscar?" Pearl asked again. "Where is he now? Where's my baby?"
Delilah walked over to comfort her. "Ms. Harris, please don't worry. Mr. Brown will be here soon, and your baby is safe in the incubator. Please don't be too anxious."
"Really?" Pearl looked at Delilah. "Is he okay? Is it a boy or a girl?"
"It's a boy," Delilah replied.
"My prediction was right. It is a boy." Pearl couldn't help but smile. "Then let me see him."
She hurried to get out of bed.
"Not now," Delilah said. "The baby is too small to leave the incubator. When the time is right, I'll bring him to you."
"Okay," Pearl said. "As long as he's alive and healthy, that's all that matters."
Pearl sat back down.
She trusted the doctors and believed cooperating with them was the right thing to do.
"Please rest well. Mr. Brown will be here soon!" Delilah reassured Pearl before going back to work.
Pearl nodded, sitting on the bed with anticipation for her baby.
She smiled, knowing the baby was born safely.
Everything would be fine.
But she was puzzled, wasn't she supposed to die?
The doctor had said she'd die after giving birth, yet here she was, alive.
She felt like she'd been to hell and back, waking up scared, which was unbelievable.
It really felt like a dream.
Lost in thought, the door opened, and Oscar walked in.
He was in a suit, tall and handsome, with deep eyes looking at her.
He still had that commanding presence.
"Do you feel any discomfort?" Oscar asked calmly.
Pearl excitedly got out of bed again. "I'm fine. Have you seen our baby? The nurse said he's in the incubator, but she won't let me see him yet."
Seeing her barefoot, Oscar silently walked over, took her slippers, and placed them in front of her. "I've seen him. He's very cute, his eyes are like yours, his nose like mine. He cries and fusses a lot, very lively. He'll probably be a mischievous boy in the future."
As she listened to him, Pearl was already imagining it.
She smiled slightly and put on the slippers. "Really? Being spirited is good; he won't be easily bullied. But we must raise him well and make sure he doesn't go down the wrong path."
"Okay, got it," Oscar said, wrapping her in a blanket. "You just gave birth, it's best not to go out. There's a breeze, and I've heard that too much exposure to wind can be bad for new mothers. It could lead to issues like Parkinson's disease later on."
"I've read about it," Pearl said. "I'll take good care of myself so I can hold our baby."
She couldn't stop talking about the baby.
Oscar just helped her dress and continued, "I had the maid make you some food, it'll be here soon. Eat well."
"Okay," Pearl looked up at Oscar.
She remembered their conflicts, but after the baby was born, she intentionally avoided those issues. As long as they didn't bring it up, they could live peacefully, as if nothing had happened.
Oscar was the same.
Pearl was waiting for an explanation from Oscar.
As long as he explained, the barrier in her heart would be gone.
However, Oscar didn't say anything.
"Don't you have anything to say to me?" Pearl asked when he didn't speak.
Oscar replied, "Say what?"
Pearl pursed her lips. "You've been like a different person lately. I don't ask, and you don't say. You know, I'm compromising for the baby. But if we want to maintain our marriage, shouldn't you be more honest? Not just for me, but for the baby. Don't you think you should learn to be a good father?"
She was giving them a chance.
Even if he showed some emotion, she could forgive and forget.
As a woman and a mother, she knew he wasn't beyond redemption.
She believed he could be a good father, which was her hope for him.
Oscar sat by the bed, looking at her with deep eyes, as if trying to see through her.
"If I really have changed, can you accept it?" Oscar asked calmly. "If I hurt you, I would also hurt our child. Do you think someone like that can be a good father?"
Pearl didn't understand, she asked nervously, "What do you mean? The baby came unexpectedly, I didn't tell you. Haven't you accepted it yet? Do you still not want to be a good father? Did I force this on you?"
"No," Oscar denied.
Pearl sighed in relief. "Then why?"
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