He Saved Her Seat Not Our Baby Chapter 03
The door had barely opened when a nurse walked in with lab results.
“Are you Claire Ward’s family? Her levels have dropped again. She needs twenty-four-hour monitoring.”
Ethan glanced at his watch.
“I promised Lily dinner at eight. I can’t be late.”
I looked at him and asked one last time: “So she’s more important than me?”
“It’s not what you think.”
Ethan’s voice went cold.
“Lily is punctual. She’s composed. She knows what matters. If her father hadn’t died saving my life, she wouldn’t be alone in this world. When are you going to grow up and be more like her?”
With that, he stepped around the nurse and strode out.
I had heard this speech many times.
Lily’s father had been the Ward family’s pilot.
Ten years ago, a mechanical failure mid-flight. He sustained fatal injuries protecting Ethan.
From then on, Ethan treated caring for Lily as a debt he owed.
She wanted the passenger seat—he made me get out.
She wanted a plane ticket—he left me at the airport.
She wanted my place—and he called it compensation.
Half an hour later, I was transferred from a private room to a six-bed ward.
The Ward Group project launch was playing live on the television.
Lily stood in front of my cabin design model, wearing my gown.
The host smiled and asked: “Ms. Scott, I hear this is a gift you’re preparing for your unborn child?”
Lily touched her belly, her smile shy.
“You could say that. Ethan helped me revise it many times. He said our baby deserves the safest sky.”
Someone in the audience whistled. Someone asked if wedding bells were coming.
Ethan didn’t correct them.
He simply adjusted the microphone for Lily and said calmly: “Her standing here today is already the best answer.”
Applause erupted.
Everyone in my ward turned to stare at me.
“Isn’t that your husband?”
“The one next to him looks more like his wife—she’s even pregnant.”
I tried to turn off the television, but my hand was shaking too badly to find the right button.
The woman in the next bed switched it off for me and said quietly: “Don’t watch.”
A message from Ethan appeared on my phone.
“Launch went well. If you’d cooperated, it wouldn’t have gotten this ugly.”
Below it was an electronic authorization form.
In the signature field, my name was already there.
I called him.
“Who signed for me? You forged my signature.”
His voice was perfectly even. “Schedules can’t stop because of you. Lily only signed on your behalf. Once you’ve calmed down, I’ll have legal handle the paperwork.”
My abdomen clenched tight.
“Stop the launch. Issue a public correction.”
“Do you have any idea how much it would cost Ward Group to stop now?”
“That’s my mother’s manuscript.”
“Which is exactly why I made it worth more.”
He paused, softening his tone. “Stop making a fuss. I’ll come stay with you tonight. Tell my assistant what you want to eat.”
A bitter ache filled my chest.
He always did this. Thought a scrap of tenderness could erase all the damage.
Suddenly, Lily’s gasp came through the phone.
“Ethan, I think I felt the baby move!”
Ethan’s voice went tense immediately.
“You’re only eight weeks. The baby can’t move yet. Are you uncomfortable? I’m taking you to the hospital.”
He forgot to even hang up.
I listened to his hurried footsteps receding, then set the phone back on the nightstand.
A nurse rushed in.
“Claire Ward, your contractions are worsening. We need to notify your family member to sign consent forms immediately.”
On the other end, a car door slammed shut.
Ethan murmured something reassuring to Lily. Then he ended the call.
I stared at the darkened screen, my voice perfectly calm.
“Let’s change the procedure. Terminate the pregnancy.”