I Only Needed Your Face

The doctor clearly assumed it was a simple marital dispute and quickly tried to defuse the situation. "You two should stop arguing first. Your wife's stomach—"

Eliza sat up abruptly. "Doctor, weren't you going to get my medication?"

He paused, caught the implication, and said nothing further. Without another word, he turned and left.

Alban looked back at her. "The doctor mentioned your stomach. What's wrong with it?"

"Nothing," Eliza replied evenly. "He just meant I was injured there too."

His expression hardened, though his tone remained cold and controlled. "If you hadn't laid hands on Vina, you wouldn't have fallen down the stairs.

"You were at fault first. Go apologize to Vina."

Eliza shook her head. "I didn't do anything wrong. Why should I apologize? The restaurant has cameras. Watch the footage, and you'll see the truth."

Alban's face darkened. "I don't need to check the cameras. I believe Vina. You will apologize."

After everything that had happened, exhaustion weighed heavily on Eliza. She wanted nothing more than to rest, focus on the baby, and recover. She had no energy left to argue.

After a brief silence, she asked quietly, "If I apologize, will you leave me alone?"

The near-resignation in her voice gave Alban pause. Something about her felt different. Even so, he nodded.

Eliza said nothing more. She rose from the bed and walked straight to Davina's hospital room.

Standing before her, Eliza met her gaze calmly. "I'm sorry."

She turned to Alban. "Is that enough?"

Without waiting for a response, she walked out, leaving Alban standing there with a grim expression.

…

During her hospital stay, Eliza often overheard nurses and doctors praising Alban's gentleness and devotion toward Davina.

Davina's injuries were minor, yet he had arranged for the city's top specialists to attend to her personally. He fed her whatever she wanted to eat. When she needed the restroom, he carried her to the door.

Eliza ignored it all. She focused on one thing only: protecting her pregnancy.

…

On the day of her discharge, Eliza completed her final examinations.

The doctor assured her that the baby was healthy.

She rested a hand on her stomach and asked, "If children are born to identical twin brothers, will they look very similar?"

The question took the doctor by surprise.

After a moment's thought, he replied, "It depends on genetics. If the paternal genes are dominant, it's certainly possible."

Relief loosened the tension in her chest. She thanked him and turned to leave.

At the hospital entrance, she ran into Davina, who was also being discharged. Alban stood beside her.

When Davina saw Eliza, she slipped into her usual innocent demeanor and smiled sweetly. "Ms. Lockett, I won't hold what happened against you. Let's still be friends. To celebrate my discharge, Al arranged a gathering. Come with us."

Before Eliza could refuse, Davina took her arm and led her to the car.

…

By the time they arrived at the private room, several friends from their circle had already gathered.

Throughout the evening, Alban's attention never wavered from Davina. He peeled fruit for her, intercepted drinks meant for her, and draped his jacket over her legs.

Envious glances circled the table.

As for Eliza, the so-called Mrs. Sidham, she did not look at them once the entire night.

Later, someone proposed a game: whoever lost would choose truth, dare, or drink.

Midway through the game, Eliza lost a round.

Earlier, whenever Davina had lost, Alban had taken the drink in her place without hesitation. Eliza knew he would never do the same for her in front of everyone.

She chose truth.

A guest with a flair for drama glanced at Davina, fully aware of the tension between them, and asked with a grin, "Is the person you like here tonight?"

Eliza kept her gaze lowered. She lifted her glass and took a calm sip of juice. "No."