Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire
Chapter 316

The phone kept ringing in her ear, a relentless buzz, but nobody picked up. Eventually, it just hung up on its own. Selena felt a flicker of frustration. She thought about dialing again, but then another wave of pain hit her, making her drop the phone. It clattered to the floor and skidded under the couch. She bit down on her lower lip so hard it nearly bled, trying to calm her body and wait for the pain to pass. She knew she couldn't just sit there and hope for the best; it could be dangerous for her baby.

Using all the strength she had left, she managed to get out of bed. But the pain in her abdomen was so intense she couldn't stand up straight. She half-walked, half-crawled towards the door. When she finally reached the top of the stairs, she was soaked in sweat and shivering with cold. Clutching her stomach, she called out, her voice shaky, "Ava, Ava... somebody, please come..." By the time she finished shouting, she was nearly spent. Summoning the last of her energy, she knocked an antique vase off the stair's landing.

Luckily, it was around dawn, and Ava was usually up by then. The noise jolted her awake, her heart racing as she opened her eyes.

Sensing something was wrong, she quickly threw on a coat and rushed out.

When she saw Selena at the top of the stairs, face pale and nightgown stained with blood, Ava felt a chill run down her spine.

"Ma'am, what's happened?"

Selena's face was twisted with pain, and she couldn't muster the strength to explain. Through gritted teeth, she managed to say, "Take me to the hospital."

"Right away!"

Ava called the driver, urging him to get the car ready immediately. She hurried to grab a thick coat for Selena, wrapped it around her, and, with the driver's help, carefully guided her down the stairs and into the car.

At the hospital's emergency room, Dr. Martin, who was in charge of Selena's care, rushed in. He threw on his coat and started running a series of tests.

The more he examined, the deeper his frown became, eyes darting with a mix of shock and disbelief.

Seeing his reaction, Selena's heart sank. Her voice was barely above a whisper, "Dr. Martin, is something wrong with me?"

It didn't make sense to her. She'd just had a prenatal checkup a few days ago, and everything seemed fine.

Dr. Martin appeared just as

confused but was careful not to

alarm her. In a gentle voice, he said, "Mrs. Bennett, let's not jump to conclusions. We'll take some

images first."

He turned to the nurse, instructing, "Mrs. Bennett needs an ultrasound. Please call the ultrasound department and have them prepare immediately." "Right away, Dr. Martin," the nurse replied.

Selena lay on the bed, hands clenched, her mind a whirlwind of worry.

Over an hour later, the test results were ready.

Now fully alert, Selena sat in a chair, anxiety gnawing at her as she waited for the doctor's verdict.

Dr. Martin studied the images closely, his brow furrowed the whole time. He made a couple of phone calls to consult with other doctors, using medical terms Selena couldn't grasp. But judging by his expression, it was clear the situation was serious.

Her mind raced with fear, growing more anxious with each passing second.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Dr. Martin looked up. Hez removed his glasses, crossed his hands on the table, and spoke in a somber tone, "Mrs. Bennett, the results aren't good."

"What?" Selena's body trembled slightly, and she steadied herself, "What's wrong?"