Julian looked surprised. He sounded somewhat anxious when he said, “Do you really not remember me? That’s impossible! I’m your child—the one you loved the most!”
Yohan frowned. His gaze was cold and his voice was laced with clear impatience. “Stop pretending, Naomi. The doctor said you only had a mild concussion—it’s nothing serious. Don’t think losing your memories would get you out of our divorce.”
“That’s right—stop pretending! How could you forget us when you love us so much?” Julian looked just like a carbon copy of Yohan with his brows furrowed.
I only felt a headache creeping up.
The nurse knocked on the door before I could reply. She said, “The patient needs to rest. Everyone else, please step outside.”
Yohan and Julian immediately left with Emily.
The nurse walked over and said, “Your husband just came earlier. He’s now out to buy you some oatmeal.”
“My husband?” I was confused. Didn’t she just kick him out earlier?
The nurse gave me a wink. “That’s right. I was actually in obstetrics and gynecology four years ago, so I’ve seen both of you several times. It’s really hard to forget a couple so good-looking like you two.”
I did have my prenatal checkups done at this hospital four years ago, but not even once did Yohan come with me.
The nurse continued, “Besides, your husband was one of the few who wasn’t on his phone at all. He had been waiting anxiously by the door for you to finish your checkup. He’s tall, handsome, caring, and attentive—we nurses couldn’t help but swoon over him back then!
“By the way, who’s the man and child from earlier? Although they were handsome, they had such dark expressions. I almost thought they were here to ask for a fight!”
I couldn’t help but burst out laughing.
Yohan never attended any of the 14 prenatal checkups. Instead, the one who accompanied me was Samuel Spencer—my brother who was five years younger than me. He was only 18 years old back then.
I did not bother explaining the relationship between me, Yohan, and Julian. After all, we would no longer be related soon enough.
Before long, Samuel came in panting and holding a lunchbox. I was already starving—I hadn’t eaten all day, and my stomach was starting to hurt.
