A Divorce He Regrets (Raina and Alexander) novel Chapter 141

Grandma’s shaky voice broke the silence. “I never liked that tonic. Always tasted bitter.”

The doctor nodded. “That likely explains why you have minimal traces. But the rest of you... we need to act fast.”

“What does that mean for Raina?” Alex asked, his voice sharp with urgency. “Will she be okay?”

The doctor closed his clipboard and put a hand in his pocket, his expression grim. “We’ll need to start emergency treatment immediately. For all of you. But given Raina’s condition, we need to prioritize her.”

Alex didn’t hesitate. “Good. Let’s get started.”

“Wait,” I said, my heart racing. “What about the rest of my family?”

“We’ll handle everyone,” the doctor assured me.

But Alex’s focus was solely on me. “Raina, you’re starting treatment now. No arguments.”

I opened my mouth to protest, but the fierce determination in his eyes made me pause. He wasn’t going to back down.

The doctor looked at me, waiting for my approval. With a shaky breath, I nodded.

The doctor handed me a small packet of pills, his expression grave as he explained their purpose. “These are antibody drugs to counteract the poison. They’ll start working immediately, but we need to monitor your progress closely.”

I nodded, clutching the packet in my trembling hands. The word “poison” echoed in my mind, making it hard to focus.

“Your organs are severely weakened,” the doctor continued, his voice steady but tinged with concern. “They’re not damaged, but you’ll need time and care to recover fully.”

Alex, who hadn’t left my side since I woke up, spoke up. “How much time?”

“It varies,” the doctor replied. “With proper rest and treatment, we’re optimistic about her recovery.”

Before I could respond, Dominic burst into the room, his phone in hand. His face was a mixture of frustration and worry. “Adelaide’s been calling me nonstop,” he announced, his tone laced with irritation.

I frowned, my grip tightening on the blanket. “What does she want?”

“She keeps asking about you,” Dominic said, pacing the room. “And she’s been to the house several times while you’ve been here.”

My chest tightened. How could I hate him when he was like this?

I couldn’t.

Alex had changed, and I could see it clearly now. He wasn’t the man who had broken my heart all those years ago. He was someone who cared deeply, someone who would go to any lengths to protect me and my family.

The relief in the doctor’s voice was palpable. “The toxin is out of your system,” he said, closing his clipboard with a small smile. “You’re cleared to go home, but I must stress that your organs are still weak. You’ll need to eat clean, stay hydrated, and avoid stress as much as possible.”

“Thank you, Doctor,” I said softly, the weight on my chest easing slightly. I wasn’t completely in the clear, but at least I wasn’t in immediate danger anymore.

As the doctor continued explaining post-discharge instructions, I felt Alex’s gaze on me. It wasn’t just a passing glance—it was the kind of look that made me feel seen, even in my most vulnerable state.

I turned my head to meet his eyes, and there it was again—an unspoken warmth, a quiet reassurance that everything would be okay.

“I’m glad you’re better,” Alex said, his voice low but steady.

His words touched me, and for a moment, I couldn’t find the right response. But then, as I studied his face more closely, I noticed something off. His skin looked paler than usual, and dark circles shadowed his eyes.