Reclaiming Her Heart

Selena had fallen into a deep sleep last night and woke up to find it was already noon.

She looked up at the sky above her; the sun was shining brightly.

'William's funeral should be over by now, right? How is Raymond doing? Did he really hide somewhere like Mario said?' Selena thought.

She felt a lump in her throat; she should be by his side at this moment.

The door to the room was abruptly pushed open, and Christopher's alter ego walked in. Seeing her red eyes, he found it amusing. "Are you worried about Raymond?" Selena's expression instantly darkened. She was unwilling to reveal her emotions in front of Mario.

Christopher's alter ego noticed this too, and his expression turned harsh.

"Don't want to talk to me? Too bad, you'll have to stay by my side for the foreseeable future," he said.Copyright by Nôv/elDrama.Org.

He irritably tossed a sandwich onto the table, his tone cold. "Eat it, then we need to leave."

Selena didn't say anything; her eating habits had been irregular these past few days.

Mario seemed to be deliberately tormenting her, sometimes bringing her food, sometimes letting her go hungry, as if trying to break her spirit.

Selena lowered her head and finished the sandwich. She then felt a sharp pain in her stomach and ran to the bathroom to throw up.

Christopher's alter ego stood outside, watching her suffer, arms crossed.

"Are you pregnant? Whose is it, mine or Raymond's?" he asked.

This made Selena feel even more nauseous. After vomiting, she rinsed her mouth and held her stomach.

Christopher's alter ego hadn't realized she had a stomach issue and continued to mock her.

"Should I take you to the hospital to check how long you've been pregnant? Maybe it happened that time we had sex. After all, I didn't use protection. I wonder if you took any morning-after pills afterward," he continued. Selena's face turned deathly pale as she realized she hadn't taken any morning-after pills.

In her panic at the time, her only thought was to keep it a secret from Raymond, and she had forgotten the most crucial thing.

Had she had her period since then?

It didn't seem so.

She clutched her stomach, feeling utterly lost.

Christopher's alter ego didn't have time to waste with her. He grabbed her wrist firmly. "Enough. The private jet leaves tonight. You're coming with me."

Selena stumbled as he pulled her, nearly falling down the stairs.

Christopher's alter ego was the complete opposite of Christopher; he didn't care about others' feelings or well-being.

When they reached the first floor and he tried to keep walking, he felt a sudden weight on his hand.

Turning around, he saw that Selena had fainted.

He quickly caught her and called out, "Selena?"

Selena's face was pale, her eyes closed.

Christopher's alter ego checked her breathing.

Selena was still breathing, but he couldn't take her to the hospital, or Raymond would track them down.

Raymond had been pursuing him closely. If it weren't for his identity being unregistered domestically after Christopher's death, he would have been caught by Raymond long ago. He placed Selena on the couch and called a trusted doctor, Irvin McCarthy, to come over.

"She has a stomach issue. I'll prescribe some medication. She needs to rest at home, or it will get worse. Her diet must be light and regular," Irvin said.

Christopher's alter ego frowned, thinking about how he had been tormenting her recently.

She had a stomach issue? Why didn't she say so earlier?

The plane was set to take off in a few hours. How could he take her in this condition?

"Can you give her a sedative? We need to catch a flight," Christopher's alter ego asked.

Irvin was surprised. Even in this condition, he still wanted to take her on a flight.

"Sir, this lady's stomach issue is quite severe. If something happens on the plane, it won't be as easy to handle as on the ground," Irvin said.

Christopher's alter ego's expression turned anxious. He pushed Selena. "Wake up."

He worried that Selena might be faking a fainting spell to avoid leaving Silver Bay City.

But her face was too pale, completely drained of color.

He shook her a few times, a sharp pain throbbing in his head.

Irvin stood by, noticing that Christopher's demeanor suddenly changed.

"Thank you, Dr. McCarthy. You can leave the medication here. I'll make sure she takes it."

Irvin sighed in relief and continued to give instructions.  "Be careful. If it develops into stomach cancer, it will be a big problem. Stomach cancer is painful and hard to cure." Christopher nodded.