Chapter 173 The Child Is Gone?

Chapter 173 The Child Is Gone?

A long time passed, but the phone was still not answered.

Fang Yan tried her best to think positively, comforting him: "Don't overthink it, maybe it's..."

"Go back to China."

Jiang Wang interrupted.

"Go back to China now."

Jiang Wang returned the phone to Fang Yan and turned to leave.

The unease grew stronger and stronger, like an invisible rope tightly binding his heart, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.

Jiang Wang knew he had to return to China.

When we left the hotel, the Spanish sun was so intense it felt like it was baking us.

The light stung his eyes, but it also filled him with immense regret.

I shouldn't have argued with Si Yuan.

He knew better than anyone else that no one in the world loved her anymore, and that her world had always been lonely.

He was supposed to be the best person for her.

But when she needed him most, he chose to doubt, remain silent, and leave.

——

Much later, the door to the hospital's emergency room finally opened.

Si Yuan was pushed forward.

Song Yan rushed forward almost immediately.

The doctor removed his mask, his voice carrying a professional calm: "The patient is out of danger for now, but he is very weak and needs to rest. He should also avoid any major emotional fluctuations."

Song Yan readily agreed and followed the hospital bed all the way into the ward.

After everything was settled, the doctor gave some instructions and left.

The only sound in the ward was the regular beeping of the electrocardiogram monitor.

Not long after, Si Yuan slowly opened her eyes.

Her gaze was initially unfocused, but after a few seconds it focused on the incandescent light on the ceiling. The light made her squint slightly, but she didn't say anything.

Song Yan sat on the edge of the bed, looking at her pale, almost transparent face, and said in a voice so soft it was as if he was afraid of startling her: "Xiao Yuan, do you want some water?"

Si Yuan did not answer, nor did she even move her eyes.

Song Yan sighed and reached out to tuck the blanket around her, but she gently closed her eyes to avoid it.

"Don't keep this up, you'll hurt yourself," he advised in a low voice.

Si Yuan finally shook her head, her voice so soft it was almost inaudible: "I want to be alone."

After saying that, she turned to the side, her back to him, and curled up like a wounded little animal.

Quiet and silent, it felt like I had returned to the time when I was suffering from depression a long time ago.

Song Yan was silent for a moment, then closed his eyes. When he opened them again, there was more restraint in his eyes: "Okay, you get some rest. Your brother is outside."

He got up and gently closed the door, walking very quietly so as not to disturb her.

The moment the door closed, Si Yuan's shoulders began to tremble slightly.

First came suppressed sobs, then uncontrollable whimpers. She hugged her knees to her chest, buried her head in them, and cried like a bewildered child.

—She has no family again.

The person she thought she could rely on for life was not there when she needed him most.

She wanted to ask Jiang Wang directly what the reason was that he could suddenly withdraw his feelings without leaving her any room for maneuver.

I don't know how long I cried, but the ward door was gently pushed open, and a nurse came in to change my dressing.

Si Yuan didn't turn around, but she could hear the nurses bustling around behind her.

After the nurse finished her work, she packed her things and left.

Si Yuan turned over, and her arm accidentally touched something called a plastic bag on the pillow.

She reached out and touched a stack of photos.

Her fingers paused, then hesitantly pulled them out and flipped through the pages one by one.

In the photo, Jiang Wang is standing at the hotel entrance, and a blonde, blue-eyed foreign beauty is smiling at him from an angle that looks particularly ambiguous.

Although there was nothing inappropriate between the two, in her current state of mind, these images were like salt rubbed into Si Yuan's wounds.

The pain was so intense that she almost curled up in agony.

Jiang Wang has always been popular with women and had many suitors in the past, but he said he had never wavered, so I believed him.

Looking back now, it's quite laughable.

Si Yuan blinked numbly, a cold smile creeping onto her lips.

She raised her hand to wipe away the tears on her face and neatly placed the photos back on the bedside table.

In the afternoon, Song Yan brought in a thermos.

"Have some porridge, you haven't eaten all day," he said softly, placing the porridge on the bedside table.

He personally cooked this porridge; he had cooked porridge for her before, and Song Yan thought she would like it.

Si Yuan remained silent, not even glancing at him.

He could tell that at this moment, Si Yuan refused any contact or communication with anyone.

Perhaps because she never trusted him to begin with, the only people she can trust now are the Jiang family.

Having no other choice, Song Yan took out his phone, found a number, and dialed it.

"Jiang Shu, it's me, Song Yan."

There was a few seconds of silence on the other end of the phone before Jiang Shu's slightly indifferent voice came through: "What's wrong?"

The relationship between the Song family and the Jiang family was not good to begin with, and Jiang Wang's first reaction upon hearing Song Yan's voice was also one of annoyance.

"Si Yuan is in the hospital," Song Yan said in a low voice. "Could you come see her?"

Jiang Shu arrived at the hospital in less than half an hour.

She arrived in such a hurry that she was pale and anxious. As soon as she entered the ward, she saw Si Yuan's pale and thin appearance, with medicine hanging on her body.

Jiang Shuxin tensed up and quickly walked over: "Xiao Yuan..."

Si Yuan glanced at her briefly before quickly looking away.

Jiang Shu never expected this to happen.

Song Yan told her that the child was gone.

Jiang Shu didn't side with Jiang Wang, nor did she want to explain or argue for her brother. But as his sister, she still felt guilty and ashamed.

Jiang Shu turned to look at Song Yan and asked in a low voice, "Does Jiang Wang know?"

Song Yan chuckled, his tone clearly mocking: "I called him immediately. Guess what your brother did?"

Jiang Shu frowned hesitantly.

"He hung up the phone before I could even finish speaking."

Jiang Shu slowly widened her eyes, clearly not expecting Jiang Wang to do such a thing.

She looked up at Si Yuan, hesitant to speak, but unsure what to say.

All she can do now is comfort Si Yuan.

But as soon as Jiang Shu approached Si Yuan, her gaze darkened as she saw the stack of photos on the bedside table.

As Jiang Wang's older sister, she knew her brother all too well—he would never get entangled with other women at a time like this.

But the fact that these photos appeared here at this particular time only added insult to injury for Si Yuan.

Whether it's true or not, Si Yuan will be sad.

Jiang Shu took a deep breath, turned around, took out her phone, and immediately dialed Jiang Wang's number.

A notification tone came from the other end of the phone—the other party could not be reached.

Jiang Wang had already booked the fastest flight back to China, and his phone was on airplane mode, so he couldn't receive any calls.

Jiang Shu turned off her phone, walked over, took Si Yuan's hand, and stayed with her as a good friend, her brows furrowing with heartache.

Si Yuan remained calm and silent, staring at the blank ceiling, as if she had completely shut herself off, unwilling and unable to trust anyone anymore.