Under the Veil I Rule (Amara) novel Chapter 350

The appearance of this man was so sudden that Amara had no time to react before he scooped her up into his arms. Feeling utterly embarrassed, she instinctively pressed her hands against his chest. "Yeah, I've been feeling a bit off. Is there something you needed, Mr. Everly?"

"I'm taking you to the hospital."

Without giving her a chance to protest, Finnian carried Amara off the bed, slipped her shoes onto her feet, wrapped her in a coat, and strode out the door, ignoring her objections.

The film set was bustling with people, and when they saw Mr. Everly carrying Amara out, they stopped in their tracks, staring in surprise.

Amara wanted nothing more than to disappear into a hole. Clutching Finnian's shirt tightly, she growled under her breath, "Put me down right now. I can walk myself, and I don't need a hospital."

"Listen to me." Finnian's voice was firm as he continued to carry her out.

Thankfully, his concern seemed to make him move swiftly, and in no time at all, he had her settled in his car and was driving her to the hospital.

"Doctor, how is she?" Finnian asked anxiously once they reached the largest general hospital in Wye and the doctor had completed an initial examination.

The doctor replied, "To really know what's going on with her stomach, we'd need to do an endoscopy."

"I had one done a few months ago, and the doctor said there was some gastritis but it wasn't serious, just needed careful eating habits," Amara quickly interjected, not keen on the idea of another endoscopy.

The doctor nodded. "Do you have the results from back then?"

A pang of discomfort hit him, prompting a defensive response. "Liliana and I aren't like that."

He had never explained his relationship with Liliana to Amara before. It seemed pointless given the facts: he and Liliana had been intimate and had a child together. No amount of explanation could change that reality.

People only cared about the child, not whether he had feelings for Liliana or not.

Yet, hearing Amara's words now, he felt compelled to clarify.

Amara's heart ached, as if submerged in something sour. She couldn't help but let out a mental scoff, feeling a bitter irony.