After the wedding, Diana refused Carol's offer to take her back home. After all, today was Carol's big day.

Diana said goodbye and left the hotel. As she waited for a taxi, Diana took off her high heels. She wasn't used to wearing them, and her feet were painful and swollen.

Crouching down to check her feet, Diana didn't see the bicycle heading straight towards her.

The cyclist was unable to brake in time, and he collided with Diana at high speed.

"Ouch!" Diana was knocked to the ground.

"Are you okay?" the bicycle owner came running over to her in worry.

Seeing this, Brian came over at once from where he'd been watching in the dark. He pulled the man aside and helped Diana up. "Diana, are you okay?" Brian asked nervously.

Despite the sharp pain in her ankle, Diana pushed him away.

Brian vented his anger on the bicycle owner, "Do you know how to ride a bicycle?"

The man repeatedly apologized, "I'm so sorry. It was too dark to see clearly."

"Why were you riding so fast if it was too dark?"

Brian wanted to say something more when his phone started to ring.

"Hello?" Brian answered the call, impatiently. It was Vera.

"Hello, Sir, this is the First People's Hospital. We just received a patient, and you are her emergency contact. Could you come to the hospital?"

Diana also heard the voice from Brian's phone. She wanted to see what Brian would do.

Brian stopped to think; he was caught in a difficult dilemma; Diana was injured, while Vera was in the hospital, pregnant with his child.

"Just go," Diana said grimly.

"Sir, I'll take responsibility and take this girl to the hospital," the cyclist offered.

Brian looked at Diana and the man. Finally, he decided to go to Vera.

It was the first time Diana had known what heartbreak truly felt like. At that moment, she really gave up Brian.

"Are you fine, Miss? Can you move?" the man asked nervously.

Diana tried to stand, but she couldn't put pressure on her foot.

"I'm fine. You can go," Diana said.

"How could I leave you alone?" The man stopped a taxi and helped Diana in.

"Fine, we can go anywhere, just not the First People's Hospital," Diana said sullenly. She didn't want to risk seeing Brian and Vera there.

Brian made it in quick time to the hospital. He ran to the front desk for information.

"Where is Miss Vera Coulter?"

"What's your relationship to her?" asked the Nurse.

Brian didn't know how to answer the question. After a moment, he said, "I'm the father of her child."

Only then did the nurse tell him Vera's ward.

When Brian arrived, the doctor was checking up on Vera, who looked rather pale, lying helplessly on the bed.

The doctor saw Brian approaching. "Hello, Sir. May I ask what is your relationship with Miss Coulter?"

"I'm the child's father."

There was a flash of regret on the doctor's face.

"Sir, I'm sorry to inform you of this, but we were unable to save the child. Miss Coulter had a miscarriage," he said mournfully.

When Brian heard the news, there was no pity in his heart, only relief.

The doctor continued to say, "Did you not know Miss Coulter has a blood coagulation disorder? You should have brought her to antenatal care earlier."

Brian was stunned. He had no idea about Vera's condition.

The doctor let out a sigh and comforted Brian, "Just be careful. Next time, make sure to bring her in earlier. Don't worry, though, you and she are both still young, I'm sure you'll have another chance."

"The baby was three months old. It's not uncommon for miscarriages to happen at this stage of the pregnancy," The doctor continued to say.

"What did you say?" Brian suddenly looked up.

"Could you repeat that?" Brian was agitated, even pulling the doctor's lab coat.

The doctor stared at Brian irritably. "What's wrong with you?"

"Tell me again what you said before, how old was the baby?" Brian said nervously.

"The child was three months old."

Brian fell into silence. The drunken incident had happened only two months ago. Did that mean the child was not his?

When Vera awoke from the anesthetic, she felt a sharp pain in her stomach. She struggled to sit up and found Brian was there, smoking out of the window.

Vera was surprised to see him there. "Brian, you're here. How sweet."

Brian put out the cigarette and closed the window. He walked over to her.

Vera held out her arms as he approached the bed.

"You know I was so scared when I felt the pain in my stomach. Could you move to my house for a while? I think I need looking after."

Brian lowered his head, not answering her.

"If you're unwilling, I won't force you. But could you maybe spend more time with me?"

She spoke again since Brian still didn't say anything, "What did the doctor say? How is our adorable child?" Vera touched her belly. "After this scare, I will do everything the doctor says."

This child is the only thing I have to keep you with me, she thought to herself.

Finally, Brian spoke, "Vera, the child was miscarried."

Vera was dumbfounded. "Brian, you must be kidding, right?"

"Sorry, it's true." Brian looked at her earnestly.

Vera shook her head repeatedly. She couldn't accept it.

"That's impossible. It was still in me in the morning. I even felt it kicking. That is impossible!"

However, Brian was not in a forgiving mood.

"Vera, it wasn't my child, right?"

At once, Vera went into a panic. She avoided Brian's eyes,

"Brian, what are you talking about? Of course, it was yours!"

"The last time I stayed at your apartment was two months ago. But this child was three months old. It couldn't have been mine. You lied to me."

Since Brian had laid it all out, Vera had no excuses or stories left to offer. She cried out bitterly and reached out to hold his arm.

"Brian, I'm sorry! I was just afraid of losing you."