My CEO HUSBAND sign the divorce novel Chapter 293

Chapter 293: Peacefully

Once Aimy recovered, and when the time was right, Alicia and I would have that conversation. Whatever answer she gave me, I would accept it if it was truly best for our daughter.

Footsteps sounded in the hallway. I rose to my feet. The doctors had arrived.

The thought of leaving Aimy in a hospital while we still didn’t know what had happened to her unsettled me, which was why I had arranged for the best doctors and equipment to be brought to the villa instead.

"Chairman Blackwood."

I turned to see Dr. Harrison. We shook hands.

"This is Dr. Maxwell, the country’s leading pediatrician," he said, introducing the man beside him.

"Thank you for coming," I said, returning his handshake.

"And this is Dr. Abel, a renowned medical toxicologist."

After greeting them both, I led them to Aimy’s bedside.

"I trust you’ve reviewed her records from Rosewood Town Hospital?"

"We have," Dr. Harrison replied reassuringly. "Please don’t worry. Give us some time to examine her thoroughly."

At his signal, several medical staff entered carrying cases of equipment and medication. I quietly stepped aside but remained in the room, unwilling to leave.

I wanted to make sure that Aimy doesn’t wake up to unfamiliar faces.

I watched as the doctors began their work, careful not to wake Aimy.

A few moments later, Dr. Maxwell looked up at me. "The doctors in Rosewood Town have already taken the necessary measures to stabilize her. For now, we won’t start another IV or change her medications. I’ve reviewed what she’s taking, and it will suffice for the time being."

"We’ll need to take a blood sample and run the necessary tests," Dr. Abel added. "Until we have the results, we can’t prescribe anything new. It would be too much for her body."

But all I could think about was the blood draw.

The examination had been completed without waking her, but a needle would surely rouse her. The mere thought of her being pricked made my chest ache.

Just then, I sensed movement at the doorway and looked up.

Alicia stood there, tears streaking her face.

She must have heard the doctors, because fresh tears spilled down her cheeks.

Without a word, she walked to the bed and climbed onto it. Everyone in the room fell silent.

"I’ll hold her while you take the sample," she said, trying to steady her voice. She wiped her face with the back of her hand and gently gathered Aimy into her arms. "Go ahead."

The doctors looked at me. I met Alicia’s determined gaze, then gave a small nod.

Dr. Abel stepped forward with the supplies.

The procedure was over quickly, and Aimy’s reaction left us all astonished.

Most children would have burst into tears.

But Aimy merely whimpered when the needle pierced her skin before opening her eyes.

Alicia soothed her with soft whispers and gentle strokes along her back.

That was all it took.

Even the doctors remarked on how brave she was.

I released a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding.

A dull ache filled my chest—not because Aimy hadn’t cried, but because I suddenly understood where that quiet strength came from.

It came from her mother.

From Alicia.

Of all the people I had known, Alicia was the strongest. Despite everything life had thrown at her, she had found the strength to raise Aimy, to smile again, to keep moving forward without letting herself break.

And in that moment, I admired her more than ever.

The doctors gathered their equipment, and I walked them out, leaving only Tom behind to stay the night in case anything happened before morning.

They promised to return the next day with the test results and begin Aimy’s treatment. Soon after, their cars disappeared into the night.

It was almost midnight. On any other day, the villa would have long since fallen silent, but tonight the staff were still moving about, settling in after our unexpected arrival.

I had almost reached the stairs when Maria called after me.

"Mr. Blackwood."

I froze.

Alicia noticed as well. Without a word, she shifted aside, making room for me on the bed.

After a brief hesitation, I climbed up and carefully took Aimy into my arms. She immediately snuggled against my chest as I stroked her hair.

Alicia began to move away, but I caught her wrist with my free hand.

She turned to me, her eyes questioning.

"Stay," I said softly. "Please."

She hesitated, then lay down again, leaving a respectful distance between us.

"Go to sleep," I told her. "I’ll take care of her."

She looked as though she wanted to say something, but in the end she simply closed her eyes while I remained propped against the headboard, holding Aimy.

I had intended to put Aimy back in bed and return to the couch.

Instead, the next thing I knew, morning light was filtering into the room.

I was lying on the bed, still holding Aimy, who now slept peacefully between Alicia and me. One of my arms was around our daughter, while the other rested around Alicia’s waist.

For a moment, I simply stared.

Alicia had shifted closer in her sleep, her face turned toward us.

I should have moved my hand, but I couldn’t bring myself to disturb her. Instead, I found myself wishing the moment could last a little longer.

The peace I felt then was one I hadn’t known in two years.

For the first time in what felt like forever, I had slept without nightmares or regrets weighing on me.

I didn’t even remember when I had drifted off or how we had ended up like this.

I silently wished the moment would never end.

Then Alicia’s beautiful brown eyes fluttered open, and our gazes met...