Chapter 40

Clara looked nothing like an expectant mother right now—she seemed weightless, almost like a breeze could knock her over. When Ethan got back to the villa, he found Clara in the bathroom, clinging to the toilet bowl as she vomited uncontrollably. Her whole body looked drained, like she was barely holding on. And in the toilet? Traces of blood—undeniably there. Ethan’s face changed as soon as he saw that. “How long has this been going on? Why didn’t you tell me?” Clara didn’t want to talk. Definitely not in this moment. She felt way too weak to argue. So she just turned and headed out of the bathroom. That kind of cold shoulder made Ethan’s face darken even more. The next second, he swept her straight off her feet. Clara stared at him, completely caught off guard. Ethan, eyes steady and voice low, said, “We’re going to the hospital.” “I’m not going. Put me down—let me go!” Clara came back to herself and began to hit him lightly. “You better stop fighting me, Clara. Every time I turn aro