Twin Mysteries novel Chapter 7

John and Andrew sat in the hospital corridor, with John looking particularly disheveled and distressed.

Seeing John's disoriented state, Andrew sighed and went outside to make a phone call.

"Where is the patient's family?" the doctor asked as he came out of the room.

"I am!" John jumped up, his face full of concern.

"The patient has experienced a miscarriage and is showing signs of preterm labor. The baby is safe for now, but the mother needs to be closely monitored and should avoid emotional stress," the doctor briefed, then quickly left.

"Miscarriage… pregnant… how could this happen?" John muttered to himself, hesitating before entering the room.

I lay unconscious on the bed, pale and lifeless.

Andrew entered the room and lifted my shirt in front of John.

"What are you doing?" John pushed Andrew away.

Andrew ignored him and pointed at my abdomen: "Look closely and see who this really is!"

A distinct scar was visible on my belly.

"How could this be… how is this possible…" John slumped into a chair, overwhelmed and distressed.

"John, you're a doctor. I can't believe you can't see the difference," Andrew said, frustration clear in his voice.

"I spoke with the forensic expert about Emily's body. That scar was from a C-section. Can't you see that?"

"No… I just…" John tried to explain but was cut off by Andrew.

"John, the anti-inflammatory medication was just for some swelling, and I had the mole removed because I didn't like it. As for the dogs, I'm not allergic. You never trusted me, and I'm exhausted. Please, just leave."

John continued apologizing, desperately seeking my forgiveness.

I found him irritating. I placed my hand on my belly, feeling the tiny life within me—one that nearly became a victim of its father's mistakes.

From then on, John stayed by my side constantly, trying to make amends. But I remained unmoved.

That evening, while John was out getting dinner, I discharged myself from the hospital, packed a few belongings, and moved out.

I ignored all of John's messages and calls and slept peacefully.

However, I didn't expect to find myself back at the police station, sitting in the suspect's chair.