Chapter 35

Natalie lost consciousness completely. Yet, in the final second before blacking out, relying on her last shred of awareness and instinct, she protected her abdomen. Nothing could happen to the baby inside her. Jeffrey was still burning with anger when he suddenly saw Natalie close her eyes and collapse. His reflexes were fast. He reached out and caught her in one swift motion. "Natalie, what are you trying to pull now?" He called her name several times, but she gave no response. Her eyes remained closed, her lips pale. His gaze then fell on her clasped hands, resting protectively over her lower abdomen. Was it because her body was still weak after the miscarriage? Had she been so busy with the gallery without resting properly that she had overexerted herself physically? Jeffrey bent down, scooped her up in his arms, and rushed her to the hospital. … "Hypoglycemia," the doctor said. "Put her on an IV drip with glucose. After some sleep, she'll be fine." Jeffrey pressed his lip