Chapter 8

"I demand a female physician! Get someone else!" Zayn's shout echoed down the corridor, his eyes flashing with envy. "Don't think I'm oblivious to your intentions, Adam. It's clear you're interested in Xandra. But listen closely, she belongs to me! Don't even consider it!"

The hallway fell quiet as everyone gazed at him, astonished.

Adam, maintaining his composure, simply turned away and muttered quietly, "Unwell."

But Zayn wasn't finished. He sprang forward and seized Adam's jacket, his grip unyielding. The tussle caused Adam's medical files to scatter across the floor.

As Zayn stooped to collect them, his gaze caught something—my name. His eyes constricted, his breathing accelerated, and his hands quivered as if jolted by electricity.

"Xandra... You're expecting?" His voice was barely audible, almost pleading. "You're truly pregnant?"

When I regained consciousness, ten full days had elapsed.