…Emile's pov……

The next morning, I woke up feeling exhausted and overwhelmed. All my bags had already been packed and my head was filled with the thought of going back home to my hometown. As I stumbled into the bathroom and washed my face, I couldn't help but notice the dark circles under my eyes, a testament to the fact that I had barely slept the previous night.

My mind was racing with thoughts of Dickson, his plans, and the baby. I couldn't believe that this had happened and I was filled with anger and frustration towards the hospital for following Dickson's plan without consulting me.

I spent extra time...