The room spun.
Fiona felt the cold metal table beneath her fingertips blur into nothingness as her knees buckled. A sharp gasp escaped her lips—too soft, too fragile—before darkness swallowed the edges of her vision.
"FIONA!"
Liam caught her just before she hit the floor, his arms wrapping around her trembling body. Her eyelashes fluttered weakly, her breath shallow.
"Breathe… hey, look at me—look at me," Liam urged, voice trembling more than he wanted to admit.
But she couldn't.Her world had turned to static.
Dr. Hale rushed in. "Move her to the bed—NOW!"
Liam carried her like she weighed nothing, laying her gently on the medical cot. His hands wouldn't stop shaking. He kept brushing her hair from her face, whispering her name like a prayer he never learned how to say properly.
Robin, still recovering but awake, stood by the doorway—eyes wide, chest tightening. "What happened to her?"
Dr. Hale checked Fiona's pulse, then her blood pressure. Her brows shot up.
"…She fainted due to stress and—" she hesitated, looked between Liam and Robin, "—she's pregnant."
Silence.
The world froze.
Robin's heart shattered.Liam's heart stopped.
Fiona lay unconscious between them, the truth wrapped around her like chains and wings at the same time.
Liam opened his mouth—nothing came out. He stared at her small frame, his mind replaying every moment he held her, every kiss, every time he lost her, every second he wanted her.
Pregnant.
His child.
A tremor ran through him—fear, awe, love, terror all tangled. He swallowed hard, voice hoarse.
"Is the baby… okay?"
Dr. Hale nodded. "Yes. Stable. But she needs rest and ZERO emotional pressure."
Robin looked away, jaw clenched, fighting the heartbreak tearing him apart. Yet… he didn't speak. Because Fiona's life mattered more than his feelings.
Liam collapsed into the chair beside her bed, burying his face in his hands.
His child.His Fiona.
He should be happy—he should be—but a storm was already approaching. One that had his blood turning cold.
And it arrived in the form of thunderous footsteps.
The door slammed open.
Mr. Smith Sr. barged in, followed by Bennett and William family guards who had just arrived on the island for a meeting that could no longer wait.
"What happened? Why did the doctor call—"
Liam stood slowly, eyes sharp. "Don't raise your voice. Fiona's resting."
But the doctor's earlier words slipped out at the wrong time.
"She fainted because she's pregnant."
Mr. Smith froze.
Then his face twisted—pure fury.
"PREGNANT?" His shout echoed through the clinic walls. "THIS GIRL? This orphan girl you keep chasing?"
Liam's muscles tensed. "Dad—"
SMACK.
The slap cracked through the air like lightning.
Fiona's head turned slightly on the pillow from the force. A thin line of blood appeared where her lip split.
Robin tried to push forward, but his wound limited him. "DON'T YOU DARE TOUCH HER!"
Liam grabbed his father by the arm, voice shaking—not with fear but with rage he barely held down.
"Touch her again," he growled, "and I swear I will stop being your son."
Mr. Smith jerked his arm free, pointing a trembling finger at Fiona's unconscious body.
"She trapped you! This is manipulation! You will NOT ruin our family name for some girl from an orphanage!"
Liam's jaw tightened. "That 'girl' is the mother of my child."
"And you think that child has any place in MY lineage?"
Liam's voice dropped—deadly, low.
"You don't get to decide that."
Mr. Smith's lips curled. "If she keeps the baby, she will destroy everything we built!"
"She IS my everything," Liam snapped.
For a moment, father and son stared at each other—rage, pain, fear, war.
Then William family joined inside, seeing Fiona unconscious. Mrs. William gasped.
"Our daughter—"
Liam blocked their way with his body. "She doesn't want you near her. Leave."
Mr. Smith threw one last poisonous glare at Fiona.
"This isn't over."
He stormed out.
William family hesitated… then followed.
The door clicked shut.
The clinic fell silent again—only Fiona's faint breathing filled the room.
Liam sank beside her bed again, touching her cold hand with trembling fingers.
"I'm here," he whispered. "I'm not leaving. Not this time. And no one will hurt you again…"
He kissed her knuckles softly.
Robin watched from across the room—heart bleeding, eyes burning—yet understanding.
Because right now…
Fiona needed Liam.
Not war.
Not jealousy.
Not chaos.
Just him.
Just love.
Just safety.