On Our Wedding Day My Husband Announced His First Love Online-Chapter 8: How Could You Keep It From Him?

The next morning, Theodore Grant made a point of driving me to the hospital to visit my mother.

But when we got to her room, we found it completely empty. The bed had already been cleared.

A flash of panic went through me. I quickly grabbed a nurse in the hallway. "Excuse me, I’m looking for the patient in room 603. Why isn’t she here?"

"The patient from 603..." The nurse pointed toward the end of the hall. "She was just transferred to a VIP room this morning."

Hearing that, I froze for a moment, then immediately turned to Theodore. "Did you arrange for Mom to be moved to a VIP room?"

Theodore furrowed his brow slightly, but it quickly smoothed out as he nodded. "Of course it was me. Who else would it be?"

I couldn’t help but feel touched. "Thank you, honey."

Beds at Kington University Hospital were already a scarce resource. Even this regular room was something Theodore had to pull a lot of strings to get.

But my mother has terminal liver cancer, and the pain had destroyed her sleep. To make matters worse, the elderly woman in the next bed groaned all night, which kept Mom from getting any rest.

My brother had wanted to make her more comfortable and had tried calling in favors too, but the VIP rooms were always booked solid. It was impossible to get one.

I never imagined Theodore would be so thoughtful about my mother. The hurt I felt yesterday because of Clara Langley instantly vanished.

"Why be so formal with me?" Theodore chuckled, taking my hand and leading me toward the VIP rooms.

I looked up at his handsome profile, a ripple of emotion spreading through my heart. It was as if I’d finally made up my mind. "Theodore, there’s something I need to tell you..."

Yesterday, because of the issue with Clara Langley, I didn’t tell him I was pregnant.

But now that the misunderstanding about Clara had been cleared up, I had no reason to keep it from him anymore.

"What is it?" Theodore asked.

I subconsciously parted my lips, but before I could speak, I heard my brother’s grateful voice coming from the VIP room. "Mr. Forrest, thank you so much. If it weren’t for you, my mom never would have gotten into this VIP room..."

"You’re too kind, Mr. Joyce. It was nothing." Inside the room, Sebastian Forrest’s voice carried clearly out the door.

I turned to Theodore in surprise. "Did you ask Senior Forrest for help?"

Theodore’s brow furrowed slightly, and he nodded hesitantly. "Mm-hmm..."

I was completely baffled. ’What is there to hesitate about?’

’Didn’t he ask Senior Forrest for help?’

But before I could figure it out, Theodore had already pushed the door open and walked in.

"Theodore?" The moment my brother saw Theodore, his brow knitted. "Well, look what the cat dragged in," he said in a strange, mocking tone.

My brother and Theodore had never gotten along. Especially after Theodore and I got married, my brother always felt that Theodore treated me poorly, and by extension, he grew to resent me as well.

But Theodore completely ignored my brother, turning instead to his mother-in-law, who was resting against the headboard. "Mom, are you feeling any better?"

"Theodore, you’re here? I’m fine, don’t you worry." Mom smiled at Theodore, but because she’d had a brush with death yesterday, her face was etched with exhaustion.

"I heard about what happened yesterday from Chelsea," Theodore said, walking to the bedside. His voice was warm and low. "Mom, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you worry."

Theodore was a true business elite; he had a silver tongue. With just a few words, he cleared up yesterday’s "scandal."

After listening, Mom’s face broke into a relieved smile. "As long as you and Chelsea are okay, that’s all that matters."

Seeing that he’d accomplished what he came for, Theodore finally turned to Sebastian Forrest and smiled. "What are you doing here?"

"I was here to see a friend and happened to run into Mrs. Joyce, so I stopped in." Sebastian raised an eyebrow, tilting his head to look at me, his expression as languid as ever. "Besides, Ms. Joyce mentioned yesterday that her mother wanted to switch to a VIP room. I happen to have a friend at the hospital, so I took care of it."

I looked at Sebastian Forrest in surprise, wondering why he would say that.

’But I clearly didn’t tell him any of that yesterday...’

’Wait—’

I was slow on the uptake, but it suddenly hit me. ’So it was actually Sebastian Forrest who arranged for Mom’s VIP room?’

’Then why did Theodore just say he was the one who arranged it?’

Theodore had clearly realized this too, and an awkward expression appeared on his face.

He covered his embarrassment by rubbing the bridge of his nose, then clapped Sebastian on the shoulder. "Thanks, man."

Sebastian shot him a look, swatted his hand away, and said with a half-smile, "Don’t get the wrong idea. I only did it for my junior’s sake."

"You little...!"

Soon, Theodore and Sebastian went outside to talk. I quickly washed the fruit Theodore had brought and sat by the bed, cutting it into small, easy-to-swallow pieces for my mother.

"You and Theodore didn’t fight yesterday, did you?" Mom asked, still worried.

Afraid of worrying her, I quickly said, "No, we didn’t."

"That’s good..." Mom sighed in relief, her voice faint. "You and Theodore need to be good to each other. If I’m gone, Theodore will be the only one you can rely on..."

"Mom..." My nose tingled, and my eyes began to sting. "Don’t say that. You’re going to live a long and happy life."

Mom gave a weak smile, her eyes full of a lingering attachment to the world and a hopeful yearning. "Right. I still want to be at Chelsea’s wedding... and see you have a baby..."

I squeezed my mother’s hand and took a deep breath, unable to resist sharing my happy news with her. "Mom, I’m pregnant."

"Chelsea, you... what did you just say?" Mom stared at my stomach, her expression one of utter disbelief.

As if her gaze was too intense, I subconsciously raised a hand to my belly and nodded with a smile. "Yes. I just found out yesterday..."

"That’s wonderful!" Mom was overjoyed. "Does Theodore know?"

"I haven’t had a chance to tell him yet..."

"Oh, child, how could you keep something as big as a pregnancy from him?" Mom was truly happy for me. "Don’t just stand there. Go and tell Theodore right now."

I couldn’t argue with my mom, so I had no choice but to leave the room and look for Theodore.

However, I couldn’t find either of them anywhere. Just as I was about to call Theodore, I suddenly heard a familiar, lazy, low voice...

"Clara Langley divorced for you?" It was Sebastian Forrest’s voice, but it had lost its usual laziness, replaced by an aggressive, pressuring weight.

The simple question seemed to stump the other person. After a long pause, I finally heard Theodore answer, "...Yeah."

The smile on my face froze, and I stood rigid, feeling as if all the blood in my body had turned to ice.

As if I’d been plunged into a freezing abyss.