Chapter 499

Vincent's hands flexed tighter on the wheel, his knuckles pale against the leather. He kept his gaze fixed on the road, his tone steady but clipped. "We're not going to dinner. I have somewhere else I need to take you."

When the car rolled to a stop in front of the city's most exclusive private hospital, Hannah's expression darkened. She lingered in her seat, sharp eyes cutting toward him. "And you decided to drag me to a hospital without saying a word?"

Unclipping his seatbelt, Vincent froze briefly under her stare before trying to soften his voice. "Don't overthink it. I only booked a full exam for you. VIP service-it'll be quick."

Her brows arched, her voice cool and unreadable."A check-up?What exactly are they planning to check?"

His gaze locked on her, raw concern flickering in his eyes."I read up on it. A miscarriage-especially with heavy blood loss -can leave hidden damage. Recovery isn't just rest; it needs ongoing monitoring. I just want to be sure you're truly alright."

Hannah held his gaze for a long ten seconds, her silence heavy before she finally spoke. "A check-up is fine. But tell me honestly-did you bring me here because you don't believe what I told you yesterday? You think I just made up the part about not being able to have kids?"

"Absolutely not!" Vincent's voice broke out, urgent and raw. "I never once doubted you. What I regret is not standing beside you when you needed me most, leaving you to shoulder it all alone. All I want now is to make it right-to do whatever I can to keep you healthy. It's not about trust in you. It's about the harm I caused your condition back then."

The explanation spilled from him without hesitation, his eyes bright with worry, the tension in his features betraying just how real his concern was.

Hannah's expression softened only slightly, though her words carried an edge. "Vincent, good intentions or not, you should've spoken to me first. You don't get to blindside me and haul me into a hospital. I'm not something you own. Only I get to decide when my body needs care."

Vincent lowered his head and admitted quickly, "You're absolutely right. I was rash, overbearing, and I didn't consider your feelings. I promise it won't happen again."

His apology came out careful and sincere, almost tentative.

"See that it doesn't repeat," Hannah said at last, relenting as she pushed the door open and stepped out.

The VIP service lived up to its name: a team of doctors and nurses awaited her arrival, moving her smoothly through a private series of tests that were both thorough and efficient.

The final report confirmed Hannah's body was in good shape.Other than a stretch of fatigue and some mild sub-health signs,nothing serious showed up.

Vincent, however, still couldn't rest easy. With the report clutched in his hand, he leaned toward the doctor. "She went through a miscarriage before, with heavy bleeding. Could that leave lingering damage? What should I be careful about? Will she need any particular kind of care?"

The doctor pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose and spoke with calm certainty."Mr. Jones, the tests indicate Mrs.Jones has recovered very well. That procedure didn't leave behind any lasting health risks. There's truly no need for you to worry."

Vincent finally let out a long breath, shoulders easing as the

Vincent finally let out a long breath, shoulders easing as the tension slipped away.

The doctor, catching his unease, gave a teasing smile. "Funny,it's usually the wife who's more nervous. Don't stress-medicine's advanced a lot. Having trouble conceiving doesn't mean it's hopeless-IVF is always an option if it comes to that ..."

Hannah's cool voice cut across his words. "We're not married."

Almost overlapping her tone, Vincent replied with calm certainty, "We will be." His gaze locked on hers, unwavering,almost like a vow etched in silence.

Then, turning back to the doctor, Vincent added firmly, "If children aren't part of our future, then so be it. What matters most is her health."

The doctor faltered for a heartbeat before offering a smile and dropping the subject.

They left the consultation room together, their footsteps echoing down the wide VIP corridor, faintly perfumed with disinfectant.

Partway along, Hannah came to an abrupt stop and looked up at Vincent, her expression tangled with unspoken thoughts."Vincent, I remember how much you used to love kids."

The memory rushed back to her clearly. Once upon a time,when they still dreamed of a family, he had cradled a friend's little girl with such tender care, saying he wanted a daughter just as sweet and beautiful, that nothing could make him happier.

Vincent halted in his tracks and swung around to meet her eyes.His voice came low but unshakably firm. "That was in the past.Now, and from here on, the only one I care about is you.Hannah, whether we ever have children or not, it changes nothing. You are all that matters."