Chapter 13: Shameless
The sunlight creeping through the VIP ward's window made Renar lower the anti-radiation screen, blocking the ultraviolet rays while allowing the light to filter in.
The digital indicator showed today's radiation levels were higher than yesterday's, making Renar scoff in annoyance.
Lethia's prolonged unconsciousness—a week since the surgery—only added to his burdens, his shoulders sinking further under the weight of it all.
Taking a seat beside her bed, Renar gently lifted her hospital gown and pressed his palm against the fading scar from her operation.
A quiet chuckle escaped him as he felt the fetus' heartbeat—strong and steady.
Who would have thought that the same fetus, had been on the brink of death just a week ago due to a ruthless assassination attempt?
Yet, despite the warmth in her cheeks and the liveliness in her appearance, Lethia still hadn't woken up.
Renar frowned. What was wrong with her? The post-surgery examinations showed nothing unusual, but something wasn't right.
Renar rose from his chair and pulled Lethia's gown back into place. Hesitantly, He placed his right palm over her left chest, to check her heartbeat.
The steady rhythm reassured him—her heart was fine. If anything, its strong and healthy beat made it all the more baffling that she hadn't regained consciousness.
A ridiculous thought crossed his mind. Pressing his palm against her forehead, he shut his eyes as if—just maybe—he could read her thoughts.