Chapter 77 The Babies Heartbeat 2

• Sighing deeply, I rested my head on the car seat, repeatedly replaying the conversation in my mind. Everything that was happening made me feel utterly useless. Ethan was confined to a bed, suffering from the pain inflicted by our father when he tried to save Freya. And there I was, unable to do anything. I couldn’t help but feel a sense of inadequacy, wishing I could contribute something meaningful for everyone.
• “Hey,” Freya tapped me on the shoulder, her concerned eyes fixed on me, awaiting a response. “Are you alright?” she asked, her voice filled with genuine worry. “You zoned out suddenly while I kept calling you that we’ve reached the Royal Hospital,” she informed me, and I blinked rapidly, trying to comprehend the situation.” Jeremy,” she called out my name, placing her hands on my shoulders. “Are you alright?” she repeated her question.
• Turning to face her, I forced a smile. “Yes, I’m fine,” I assured her, hoping she wouldn’t press further. As she didn’t, I signaled to my guard. “Stay in the car; I’ll call for you when we’re done,” I instructed him.