The filming took the rest of the day, and when it finally ended, Isabelle had at least ten days worth of rest.

After returning back to the city, she realized that there was a large amount of swallow's nest left over, hence she gave some to Camila before taking the rest back to York Garden.

For the ten days that she didn't have any scenes, Alexander didn't have any either. When she looked up entertainment news, she would find news of him in the city, but never once did he come back to York Garden.

On the afternoon of the fourth day of Isabelle's break, she could feel a slight discomfort in her stomach, a pain similar to period cramps.

Isabelle had mild discomfort in her stomach, but later that afternoon, it was fine.

After having dinner, Madam Mary asked, "Mrs. Smith, is Mr. Smith working overseas? Why hasn't he been back?"

The question left Isabelle startled, and after a while, she murmured an inaudible "Yea", then continued to eat her meal.

After dinner, Madam Mary specifically heated up a bottle of swallow's nest that Mrs Williams had given her. Isabelle finished eating it and curled up on the sofa to watch television. Just then, she could feel discomfort in her stomach, she took a blanket to cover herself, afraid that she would get a cold. Gradually, she fell asleep.

~*~

These few days, Alexander had been back to York Garden, but he didn't leave his car.

He had a dinner meeting earlier today, but when it ended, it was still early. The host had invited everyone to another location for some games, but Alexander refused, feeling uneasy the entire time.

After his assistant drove the car up from the underground car park, he came out to open the door, but Alexander didn't enter. He stood for a while longer, then said, "Pass me the keys, you can leave first."

He waited for his assistant to leave with the cab before entering the car, his heart beating rapidly. He tried to calm himself, but he couldn't stop a rush of anxiety from drowning him. He wind down the window, waiting for his breathing to calm, but the heaviness in his heart was still lingering. He started the car and slammed into the accelerator.

After about ten minutes, he still felt the same heaviness in his heart, hence, he took out his phone and called York Garden.

Madam Mary saw his number and picked up instantly, greeting him. "Mr. Smith."

Alexander replied with a faint "Yea" before asking impatiently, "How's she?"

Madam Mary felt that the phone call was abrupt, so she paused for a bit, replying in confusion, "Mrs. Smith is fine, she's watching television upstairs."

Alexander's anxious heart finally calmed down. He took a deep sigh before replying with a faint "Oh.". He hung up after it.

Alexander had wanted to work overtime, but when he reached the crossroad, he seemed to feel uneasy, even though Madam Mary had assured him that Isabelle was fine. Hence, he turned back to York Garden.

When he reached the front yard, it was just 10.30 pm. Madam Mary was not asleep yet. When she heard his car enter, she came out to greet him.

After alighting from the car, he didn't bother with greetings, brushing past her while he pressed the lock button on the car keys. Without even removing his shoes, he ran up the stairs into the bedroom, slamming the door open.

Madam Mary stood at the foot of the stairs, looking at Alexander in confusion, standing in a daze.

Alexander was walking past the bathroom door when he saw Isabelle on the sofa. He froze, his gaze observing the entire bedroom.

The television on the wall was currently showing an advertisement.

The window wasn't closed and cold wind kept blowing in, sending the curtains flying.

Isabelle was fast asleep on the sofa with a white blanket covering her.

The entire bedroom was the same as usual, there was nothing different. The atmosphere was quiet and peaceful.

Alexander's uneasiness finally settled, he took a long deep breath before walking to the sofa softly. Once he reached it, he bent down to remove the remote control from Isabelle's hands, switching off the television. Turning back to face her, he stared for a while before reaching out to caress her long hair that fell across her face. His slender fingers touched her soft, silky skin. It was smooth, and he knew it was real, which calmed his anxious heart.

His anxiety was due to her treating him so coldly for the past few days, or maybe it was because of James. He was confused, his heart was in a mess, causing him to feel that way.

Just then, he realized that somehow his entire back was soaked in cold sweat, and his heart relishing in the comfort of her presence. He couldn't help breaking into a smile as he gazed at her, longing in his eyes.

Perhaps she was the only one in this world that was able to send his mind and heart into a frenzy.

Alexander's fingers slowly rubbed against her cheeks. He lowered his head and kissed her forehead before carrying her towards the bed, tucking her in.

After sweating so much, Alexander felt sticky and uncomfortable. He casually tossed his jacket onto the sofa and loosened his tie. After taking few steps to the bathroom, he paused, frowning slightly. He looked towards the sofa that Isabelle had been lying on. That's when he realized that there was a hint of red on the white blanket that she had used to cover herself.

Alexander frowned, retreating back to the sofa to grab the blanket. It was clearly a blood stain, and the blanket was slightly warm. The blood was fresh!

And the blanket was on Isabelle...

Alexander's calmed feelings started to run wild once again. He pulled his tie open, tossing it onto the floor before running to the bed to inspect Isabelle. He turned her around and found a small trace of blood on the bed sheet.

Alexander's mother had died young, and as a man, he didn't interact much with women, hence he forgot that women had their period every month. The moment he saw blood, he started feeling anxious, reaching out to tap her face. "Izzy? Izzy?"

Isabelle's eyes remained shut, without any sign of movement.

"Izzy?" Alexander shouted once again, shaking her shoulders. When there was still no reaction, he rushed downstairs, shouting, "Madam Mary! Madam Mary!"

Madam Mary stood at the bottom of the stairs, looking at Alexander in confusion. She had thought that he had run up to find Isabelle in anticipation, since he had not seen her in a long time. But just when she was about go back to her room, the door flew open and Alexander was shouting for her.

Madam Mary did not hesitate, rushing up instantly. When she reached the top, Alexander had wrapped Isabelle in a blanket and had carried her out of the room. "Get the car ready!" he shouted.

Madam Mary had wanted to ask what was wrong, but the moment Alexander had shouted at her, she ate her words and rushed out.

By the time he came out of the house, Madam Mary had already opened the car doors. He placed Isabelle inside, fastened her seat belt, completely ignoring Madam Mary when she asked what was wrong. Entering the driver's seat, he slammed into the accelerator and sped out.

As he sped to the hospital, he reached for his phone to get his assistant. Just then, he realized that his hands were soft and weak. "Inform the doctors ... not me, its Izzy, I'll reach there in a few minutes.

After he hung up, he looked towards Isabelle, his mind running through the problems that she could be suffering from, his heart in a knot.

When he reached the entrance of the emergency exit, his assistant was already there, waiting for Alexander's entrance.

His assistant had prepared everything, Alexander carried Isabelle down and followed to the third floor where she was rolled for checks.

The sole floor was silent. Even though Isabelle was only gone for about ten minutes, Alexander felt as though he had endured a century. Every minute lasted forever and pained him. His usual smooth demeanor was long gone, as he repeatedly asked his assistant, "Why isn't she out yet?"

His assistant could not help it any longer. "Mr. Smith, Miss Davis could just be on her period, it's probably nothing serious."

Period.

Alexander frowned slightly, remembering that he had once learned about it biology lessons. Calming down slightly, he stood up once again. Just then, the operation door opened and a female nurse came out. She pulled down her mask and asked, " Who are her family members?"

"I am." At that moment, Alexander had forgotten that he was just acting as her husband and spoke on instinct.

"You're the patient's husband?" the nurse asked before passing a document over. "The patient is two months pregnant, but the report shows that the baby died at least a week ago. We need to do a miscarriage immediately, otherwise she'll be in grave danger."

Alexander froze, his mind running, unable to process what she had just told him.

His assistant, grasping the gist, asked, "Died in her stomach?"

"Yes." It seemed like there was an urgent situation in the operating room. The nurse handed the files to Alexander. again With some urgency in her voice,she said, "Mister, could you please quickly sign it? They're waiting to proceed with the operation."

Alexander still didn't make a sound, though his face looked calm. He hesitated for only a second before taking the file from the nurse. He saw two words, "miscarriage operation", there, on the consent forms. His heart suddenly shrank.

The woman he loved was pregnant with his child. Though it was meant to be a joyous occasion, the moment he found out he was going to become a father, he also knew he'd lost the child.

Alexander tried his best to compose himself, as he took the pen from the file. His fingers shivered when he took off the lid and lowered the pen to where the nurse had pointed. Yet, he didn't sign it.

He clearly knew what those three words "intrauterine fetal death" meant. There was no saving the child, yet his heart was so unbearably pained, having to sign for an abortion.

"Mister." Seeing as he hadn't moved at all, the nurse in front of Alexander called him once more.

Alexander lowered his head and stared at the consent form in his hands. He tightly pursed his lips and lowered his pen.

He didn't know just how many times he had written the two words, 'Alexander Smith,' in the past. Ever since he became famous, he practically had to write those two words everyday for fans, just as he needed to do on the consent form. But this one, he believed, was the most painful, most excruciating signature of his life.

When the nurse saw Alexander sign and pause, as though he had just felt the severity of it all in his heart, she, who perhaps because she was also a woman, spoke up with hints of resentment and blame.

"The two of you sure are something. Looks like you're both young, you got married and had sex, and yet you've never considered the pregnancy, right? Now, that there's a life on the line, jeez... But the woman is the most pitiful. Let's not talk about the damage done to a body after a miscarriage... As a mother, if she knew that her own child had silently passed away, she'd probably be heartbroken to death!"

Alexander's face had become pale under the nurse's criticism. He opened his mouth, but there were no words and no back talk. In the end, he suppressed the pain in his heart, signed rest of his name, and handed the consent form to the nurse.

When she saw Alexander's signature, the nurse took the surgical consent form and rushed back.

The doors of the operating room closed shut once again, and silence returned to the corridor.

Seeing as Alexander stood on the spot motionless for a very long time, the assistant said in a low voice, "Mr. Smith, don't be too sad."

The assistant's simple words of condolence, instantly made the bottom of Alexander's eyes to heat up. He instinctively reached into his pocket. He originally wanted to smoke, but he saw the "No Smoking" sign in the corridors and gave up in the end. Then he looked over at his assistant and said, "Leave first. I'll be fine here on my own."

The assistant said, "Mr. Smith, if there's anything you need, call me."

Alexander nodded silently.

The assistant stood there on the spot for half a minute before he reached over and patted Alexander's shoulders, then he walked away.

Alexander heard the footsteps behind him grow further and further away, until in the end, they completely disappeared. Then his body went limp and he dropped to the chair beside him, as though all his strength had been drained. All he could think of was every detail of what had just transpired once more.

Two months pregnant. An intrauterine fetal death...

It was like Alexander was in a nightmare. His consciousness was only filled with those words.

Isabelle was pregnant. Pregnant for two months now. Two more months, and they'd have known the sex of the baby. Eight more months, and the baby would have been born. A year and eight months later, the baby would have been waddling in front of him, mumbling 'daddy' to him...

Such a beautiful thing... Yet how could such a beautiful thing come to such a devastatingly tragic end?

His child... Isabelle and his child... How did the baby die in the womb?

Alexander finally couldn't help but lower his head, and bring his hand to cover his face. His shoulders began to tremble, and a warm liquid trickled down from between his fingers.

Their child, how did the baby die?

Unless it's because he's an illegitimate son that shouldn't exist on this earth. But did his child need to be punished?