Sweetheart, Do You Still Love Me

Early in the morning, while Elspeth was having breakfast, she suddenly felt a sharp pain in her lower abdomen.
Margot's heart skipped a beat as her eyes locked onto her pale countenance. "What's wrong, Elsie? Why is your stomach hurting
suddenly?"
Meanwhile, Elspeth's face contorted in agony as she struggled to find words amidst the searing pain coursing through her
abdomen. The intensity of the sensation rendered her speechless as if a sharp blade mercilessly slashed at her lower abdomen.
"I'll rush her to the hospital. Otherwise, both she and the baby might be in danger." After saying this, Callum swiftly moved to lift
his wife into his arms.
As he mentioned the unborn child, Margot's eyes widened in fear as a wave of realization swept her. "Will something happen to
the baby?"
At this moment, he temporarily set aside his concerns about the unborn child. Then, his attention was drawn to his bewildered
mother as he spoke urgently but calmly, "I'll take her to the hospital now. Please tidy up the remnants of her breakfast and wait
for my return. Once I come back, I will investigate this matter further." Instinctively, he couldn't shake off the feeling that there
might be a connection between the incident and the food his wife had consumed that morning.
With a solemn nod, Margot watched her son swiftly depart, cradling his wife in his arms.
Meanwhile, Callum admitted Elspeth to the hospital, and the doctor promptly conducted a thorough examination.
As the doctor reviewed the examination report, a deep frown creased his brow as he questioned, "What were you thinking?
Allowing a pregnant woman to consume so many cold-natured foods. Even if you don't prioritize the unborn child's well-being, it's
crucial to consider the expectant mother's health. Considering her pre-existing health issues, such dietary choices can only
exacerbate her condition. Fortunately, you brought her to the hospital early. If the timing had been any later, it might have had
dire consequences for the baby's survival."
The weight of the doctor's words settled heavily upon Callum's shoulders, causing him to feel a deep sense of guilt. Then,
nodding with genuine regret, he expressed, "I'm truly sorry. We will definitely be more cautious and mindful next time."
After seeing his positive attitude of admitting his mistake, the doctor decided not to make things difficult for him and handed him
a prescription and instructions for payment.

After the doctor left, Callum looked at the frail figure of Elspeth on the bed, and a trace of heartache crossed his eyes. "I'm sorry.
It's my fault for not paying closer attention and allowing you to consume those foods."
On the other hand, her concern for the well-being of her unborn child had been unwavering, and she had diligently kept a
watchful eye for any signs of potential issues throughout her pregnancy. However, she had never anticipated that the problem
would arise from the very food she had consumed.
As the weight of the situation settled upon her, Elspeth gently shook her head. Though weakened, her voice carried the quiet
strength of self-accountability. "It's not your fault. I should have been more attentive. I've been preoccupied lately, and I didn't
notice that there might have been something wrong with the foods I consumed."
"It's okay. I've told Mom to keep an eye out. I'll investigate when I go back. You rest here and take care of your body."
As Callum prepared to leave, her hand instinctively grabbed his. "I feel like I shouldn't be here. I should go back home."
"Why?"
"Since there are too many people and distractions in the hospital, the likelihood of being targeted is higher. Perhaps, it's better to
stay at home."
Elspeth's perspective struck a chord with Callum, causing him to pause and reconsider his initial thoughts. He recognized the
validity of her idea and the complexity of their situation. According to the doctor, this is not the first time she has consumed these
foods, which explains why she is experiencing miscarriage symptoms today. At that thought, he said, "All right. Let's go back
together."
While going through the discharge procedures, he ran into the same doctor again. However, when the doctor learned he was
discharging his pregnant wife, he reprimanded him for failing to care for her.
"What kind of husband are you? Don't you care about your wife's health? Even though she is in such a fragile condition, you are
allowing her to return. Are you even a man? Let me pay for her if you're so frugal with your medical expenses. This is no way to
treat a pregnant woman!" Then, the doctor murmured, "You look decently dressed, but why are you so stingy—"
Callum's mind churned with a whirlwind of emotions, leaving him speechless in the face of the doctor's scolding. Though his
thoughts were in disarray, he gradually realized that the doctor's intent was not to disrespect or demean him but to express
genuine concern and compassion for his wife's well-being.

At this moment, the hospital director approached the scene, and his initial focus was on the doctor engaging in the scolding.
However, as he drew nearer and caught sight of the person being scolded, his face drained of color, and a look of disbelief swept
over him.
"Do you know who you're scolding? Brat! How dare you scold Mr. Winthrop!" The director was incensed as he spoke. Nobody in
Damoria is brave enough to insult Mr. Winthrop, and we certainly couldn't afford to join that select group. Yet, he was lectured in
our hospital?
"Ah?" In the meantime, the doctor didn't realize who he was reprimanding until he heard the director's words and realized what
kind of figure he had offended. While examining the pregnant woman earlier, no wonder this couple looks familiar. So, they are...
As this realization sank in, the doctor swallowed nervously and tried to explain, "Um... Mr. Winthrop, I didn't mean anything by
scolding you. I didn't intend to offend—" Is there any point in explaining now? Shoot! Somebody help me!
"It's fine. I know," Callum uttered calmly, devoid of any visible emotion.
In contrast, the doctor's legs began to weaken as he believed he was doomed upon hearing this. "Mr. Winthrop, I—"
"All right. No need to worry. I understand. I won't do anything to you."
After seeing that he wasn't angry, the doctor finally nodded. "Mr. Winthrop, if I may speak up, I don't think it's suitable for Miss
Lynwood's current physical condition to return home. It's not good for her health."
"She requested to go back herself."
The doctor widened his eyes and said, "Even if she wants to, it's still inappropriate."
At this instant, the director couldn't bear listening to the doctor's incessant chatter and slapped him. "Miss Lynwood is much more
skilled in medicine than you. Whom do you think you are to be giving advice here?"
Although the doctor, aware of Elspeth's recent development of a drug to treat the epidemic, couldn't help but admire and respect
her for her remarkable accomplishment but...
"However, she is now pregnant. She has less mental energy and may not pay as much attention to many things. So, she must
adhere to certain medical recommendations."

What the doctor has said makes perfect sense. The toll of pregnancy has indeed left her feeling exhausted and struggling to care
for herself adequately.
While Callum processed this thought, his intense gaze lingered on the doctor's face, and the doctor could not help but feel a
twinge of discomfort under his scrutiny. "What's wrong, Mr. Winthrop? Is there something on my face?"
"It's nothing. By the way, I have a question for you."
"Please ask."
"Which university did you graduate from?"
The doctor was quite proud of the university he graduated from and directly replied, "Konig Medical University!" It is regarded as
the best medical university in the country.
Callum immediately felt relieved and raised an eyebrow, then asked, "What's your name?"
"Wesley Bauer."
"Would you like to be the Winthrops' family doctor?"
After hearing this, Wesley was stunned. "Huh?"