The Comments Told Me I Was Carrying His Only Heirs Chapter 12

The Comments Told Me I Was Carrying His Only Heirs Chapter 12

Ever since running into the ML accompanying the FL for her prenatal checkup, Josiah’s mood had plummeted again, and he often found himself staring blankly into space even during our prenatal sessions.

It took a whole week for him to slowly snap out of it.

The comments revealed the backstory.

The FL and Josiah had grown up together as childhood sweethearts.

The FL had been in love with Josiah since they were kids.

However, Josiah had stubbornly convinced himself that he only viewed her as a younger sister, consistently dodging her feelings and breaking her heart in the process.

It wasn’t until the ML showed up to pursue the FL that Josiah finally realized he had subconsciously fallen for her long ago, and he tried desperately to win her back.

Unfortunately, the FL had already given up on him by then and had developed feelings for the ML, leading her to reject Josiah’s confession of love.

It was the classic “too late to regret” romance novel plotline.

The only redeeming quality was that Josiah had simply rejected the FL’s feelings without putting her through any toxic emotional abuse like some other novel rivals did.

So, he wasn’t completely a jerk.

On the day of my thirty-six-week checkup, the ML and the FL were holding their grand wedding.

The night before, Josiah spoke up with a look of hesitation, “Tomorrow is Juniper’s wedding, and I plan to attend. Would it be alright if Ms. Higgins accompanies you to the hospital for your checkup tomorrow?”

I gave him a warm smile and a nod, “Of course that’s fine.”

Tomorrow was one of the most important days of the FL’s life, so it only made sense for him, as the deeply devoted second ML, to be there.

Seeing me agree so easily without a single hint of resentment, Josiah looked slightly surprised.

He fell silent for a few seconds before the look in his eyes gradually turned firm, and he made a solemn promise, “This is the last time. I swear, after tomorrow, the babies and… will be the most important things in my life.”

I blinked at him, extending my pinky finger, “Mr. Carrington, you better keep your word.”

Josiah froze for a moment, then smiled as he hooked his pinky around mine, “It’s a deal.”

While verbal promises weren’t always reliable, Josiah possessed flawless integrity and was a man of his word, so I chose to believe him to some extent.

The next morning, Josiah left early for the luxury hotel where the wedding was being held.

I, too, headed to the hospital for my prenatal checkup, accompanied by Ms. Higgins.

Everything was tracking perfectly normally at first, but just as we were about to leave the hospital, a sudden wave of hypoglycemia washed over me, and I collapsed onto the floor, my water breaking on impact.

Ms. Higgins panicked, screaming for help at the top of her lungs.

The medical staff rushed over instantly, hoisting me onto a wheelchair and sprinting toward the operating room.

Ms. Higgins kept pace beside them while frantically dialing Josiah’s number.

The wedding ceremony probably hadn’t even finished yet, and I wanted to tell her to stop, but the agonizing pain kept me from making a sound.

By the time I woke up again, I was already lying in a hospital bed.

I stared blankly at the ceiling for a few seconds before the chaotic memories rushed back.

Realizing the heavy burden in my belly was gone, a wave of panic hit me, and I called out frantically, “Ms. Higgins!”

The second my words left my mouth, Josiah walked into the room from the adjoining lounge, a look of deep concern etched across his face. “How are you feeling?”

Consumed with anxiety, I propped my hands against the mattress, trying to push myself up, “Where are the babies?”

Josiah walked over and gently pressed my hands back down, speaking in a soft, soothing tone, “The babies are fine. They’re just a bit weak and underweight because they were born premature, so they’re currently being cared for in the NICU.”

My heart finally settled back into my chest, and I sank back onto the bed, completely exhausted. “Good.”

Josiah looked at me with guilt in his eyes. After hesitating for a moment, he said, “I’m sorry. I should have been there with you at the hospital.”

I shook my head, not minding at all, “My blood sugar just suddenly dropped. Even if you were with me, I still would have fallen.”

Josiah seemed to want to say something more but held back.

Amid the heavy silence, his phone started ringing.

He glanced down at the screen and said, “I need to step outside to take this.”

I nodded, “Alright.”

The moment Josiah stepped out, the comments completely blew up the screen:

[When he got the phone call, the ceremony had just barely started, but Josiah didn’t hesitate for a single second to rush to the hospital. He definitely cares more about his own kids deep down.]

[It shouldn’t just be about the kids. When the extra suffered postpartum hemorrhaging and was being rushed for emergency treatment, he stayed right outside the operating room the entire time.]

[He didn’t leave her side for a single moment while she was unconscious. I refuse to believe he has absolutely no feelings for her.]

[I really hope Josiah holds onto what he has now and stops obsessing over the FL.]

[Isn’t this the epilogue for Josiah and the extra? There has to be a happy ending, right?]

[Hey Author, please give Josiah and the extra a happily ever after, I’m begging you.]

The people leaving these comments were just as entertaining as always.