Diary of Fragile Heart (Spin of Loving You Too Long)

Three hours later.

Josef had been well taken care of. His broken bones turned out not to be too severe, and the surgery had already been performed. The doctor had applied a cast to his leg, and now he was still sleeping under the effects of anesthesia.

Meanwhile, Flavia, Abigail’s friend, was now in the delivery room with Gladwin. Abigail sat alone in the waiting room because Jonas had other matters to attend to in the hospital, but he promised to return and accompany her once he was done.

Abigail was now sitting alone in the waiting room. She was sure that her employees were currently trying to reach her to inform her about the latest condition of the perpetrator, whom Abigail herself wanted to know who they were and why the accident happened. But suddenly she remembered one name.

Abigail reached for her uncle’s phone and darn, the phone was in locked mode, and she didn’t know the pattern. Did she really have to wait until the childbirth process was over to unlock her uncle’s phone?

However, Abigail couldn’t go home to inform her family or return to the café to look for her phone either. Because she was sure her phone was missing right now. She remembered clearly that she had just finished a call when the incident occurred, and maybe her phone was thrown away when she fell. So, the only last option Abigail had was to wait for Jonas.

Abigail massaged her throbbing head, leaning her back against the wall and tilting her head back to alleviate the pain. Oh dear, why at a time like this was she feeling hungry instead. Her appearance surely wouldn’t be much better either.

Abigail got up and headed to the bathroom; she would try to tidy up her appearance a bit. But just a few steps into her walk, the phone in her pants pocket vibrated strongly. Abigail pulled it out. The name “my wife” blinked on the black and white screen. Abigail was confused. Josef hadn’t woken up yet, and she herself didn’t know what to say to her “wife” over there. She then activated the “silent” mode and continued walking towards the women’s restroom.

Upon returning from the women’s restroom, she saw that the delivery room was already open. Gladwin stood there, smiling broadly at her, then hugged Abigail tightly.

“It’s a girl. Beautiful. Just like Flavia,” he whispered.

Abigail’s eyes welled up instantly. ‘Oh God, thank you. You have bestowed kindness upon our family by saving the innocent baby in Flavia’s womb.’ Abigail whispered in her heart.

“How’s Via?”

“Thank God, she’s fine. The doctor is taking care of her, and then I’ll take her and the baby to the recovery room,” said Gladwin. The man’s eyes narrowed, still shedding tears of joy.

“Baby?” Abigail furrowed her brow. “Are you really going to name her ‘Baby’?” she asked, displeased.

“Why, is there a problem?”

“Don’t you forget? I’m the one who’s been fighting here for you. So giving a name to the baby is my right. Beware if you dare to name her ‘Baby’. Besides, what kind of name is that? It sounds common and spoiled.

“She must not become a spoiled child. Beware if you forbid me from giving her a name. Remember, it’s my right,” she insisted. Gladwin could only laugh now.

Afterward, he left and contacted his other family members. Not long after, about twenty minutes later, Flavia, who had also been moved to the maternity ward area, now had to face the visitors who came to see her and the baby.

“The baby is still in the PICU, Mom,” Gladwin informed his mother. “Because she was born premature, the baby still needs to be monitored.”Content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

“Uncle! I told you not to call the baby ‘Baby’!”

“Then what should I call her? You haven’t given her a name yet. Let it be, for now, she can be called Baby,” Gladwin wouldn’t back down. While the others in the room could only shake their heads.

“Come on, what’s wrong with you guys? Poor Flavia, she must still be tired and in pain,” Claire intervened.

“This is all because of Uncle. He’s being annoying,” Abigail responded with her ungraceful snort. Claire just shook her head.

“What did I do wrong? Naming my own child, what’s wrong with that? You spinster,” Gladwin taunted again.

“Uncle! You really don’t know how to be grateful. I’ve been struggling to help you, but this is how you treat me? Have you forgotten that you were also an old bachelor once?”

“That was then. Now I’m settled. I already have a wife, and now I have my own child. What about you? When are you going to get married?”

“Next year!” Abigail blurted out.

Everyone in the room fell silent. Because Abigail had never shown any closeness with any man. So how could she promise to get married next year? With whom?

But their questions were diverted by a knock on the door.

Two men entered along with Jonas. “Good evening, everyone,” Jonas warmly greeted Abigail and Flavia’s family. They responded to Jonas’s greeting just as warmly. “Doctor Gladwin, Hendrick wants to give a report,” he said again. Abigail and Gladwin suddenly tensed, as did Flavia.

Gladwin squeezed his wife’s hand, kissed her forehead before entrusting her to Julie and Claire. He then approached Jonas and invited him to leave the room. But the man named Hendrick who stood behind Jonas remained silent and looked at Abigail.

“You can also come with us, Miss,” he requested softly yet firmly. Abigail nodded and followed Gladwin.