He was terrified that her coma might leave some aftereffects.

After all, her amnesia wasn’t fully cured yet—wouldn’t want any new complications to arise, right?

Jiayi widened her eyes, stunned as she scanned his handsome face, and said in confusion, "You are... who, sir? Why am I here..."

His heart clenched tightly, and he shot to his feet, about to call the family doctor upstairs, when the petite woman suddenly grabbed his shirt and let out a snicker: "Alright, alright, I remember, I was joking with you."

Huo Zhenyang let out a breath of relief but soon clenched his jaw again, glaring coldly at her.

She was teasing him!

At this moment, she was actually teasing him!

Jiayi realized she had taken the joke too far. Judging by the petrified look on his face just now, he had probably been scared half to death. Feeling a twinge of regret, she stuck out her tongue and tugged at his sleeve: "I was just joking with you."

Only then did his expression return to normal. "Do you know what happened to you?"

"Uh-huh. On my way back to Disheng from Anya’s place, I got into a car accident... It seemed like someone intentionally hit me from behind. Then, I vaguely remember being taken to the hospital. After that, I was unconscious the whole time, right?"

She articulated each word clearly and calmly.

The tension in his chest finally dissipated, and he breathed a sigh of relief, feeling reassured that she didn’t have any major issues.

After a while, he gently stroked her hair. "I knew you’d pull through. You couldn’t bear to leave me, could you?"

This man—arrogant, no matter the time or place.

Jiayi’s lips moved, but no words came out. She stared blankly at the man before her.

Not seeing him for two months, he’d lost a lot of weight. The faint shadows beneath his deep-set eyes showed his weariness, but even the slim-fit tailored suit seemed to hug him perfectly—his lean figure only making his sharp features appear more striking.

And then she looked at herself. Lowering her head, she pinched the small pouch of flesh at her waist.

In this span of time, it felt like he had borne the injuries, not her.

Suddenly, her heart started racing, and she blurted out, "The baby—what about the baby?"

"With such a strong mommy, how could the baby lose? He’s still here," he said in a low tone, soothingly.

"He’s still here." The three words slowly spread joy throughout her chest.

Truthfully, when she asked the question just now, she had already prepared herself for the worst.

The heavens hadn’t taken her child back after all.

It was practically an extra gift bestowed upon her.

Her hand rested on her slightly rounded abdomen as she swallowed hard. Her smile, however, didn’t last long before worry crept in. "How long was I unconscious?"

"Eighty-five days."

That means the baby is at least four months old now, right?

The circumference of her waist seems smaller compared to when she was pregnant with Zaizai.

Her breathing halted as unease took hold: "I’ve been lying in bed for over two months—could that affect the baby?"

"Don’t worry. The doctor said no abnormalities have been detected for now. The fetal heartbeat from the ultrasound is also normal. I’ve already asked Butler Ou to prepare the car. As soon as you woke up, I planned to take you to the hospital for a full-body check-up, and by then, we’ll also take a closer look at the baby’s condition."

He understood that she was deeply concerned about the baby’s health.

Honestly, it wasn’t just her—he couldn’t guarantee this child would be completely healthy either.

During her two-month recovery period, her body couldn’t compare to that of a healthy person. Moreover, she had used various medications and undergone tests involving medical instruments, which inevitably carried some degree of radiation risk to the fetus.

Even though the doctors were aware of her pregnancy and took every precaution to minimize harm to the baby, no damage-free scenario could be guaranteed.

One of the American doctors had even warned Huo Zhenyang that this child, even if it could remain viable in the mother’s womb, might face potential risks such as congenital deformities or incomplete development.

But at this moment, as she grew anxious, he couldn’t afford to show any trace of worry. Otherwise, it would only make her feel even more unsettled.

Jiayi’s heart raced more violently after hearing his words.

Deep down, she knew that if there really were no risks to the baby, he would’ve directly reassured her, eliminating any fears she had.

Now, however, he spoke so ambiguously—which indicated that he was uncertain too.

Just then, there was a knock at the door, and Butler Ou entered. "Young Master, the car is ready. Miss Jiayi can now be taken to the hospital."

"Alright." He helped her put on a slightly thicker cardigan but then heard Butler Ou continue:

"Young Master, there’s something I need to inform you about."

An uncertain look crossed his face as he turned around. "What is it?"

Jiayi also glanced toward Butler Ou.

"Actually, Miss Jiayi may have woken up for a moment yesterday. When Madame Hui and Sophie came in to change the water, Sophie seemingly heard Miss Jiayi call out. However, Madame Hui stopped her from notifying you. If you’d been informed sooner, you wouldn’t have flown back today. If Miss Jiayi hadn’t awakened early, you two nearly missed crossing paths altogether. Sigh, Madame Hui—she’s not young anymore, but who knows what kind of muddle-headed mistake this was!"

Ten minutes prior, after Young Master had carried Miss Jiayi into the villa, Butler Ou had interrogated Sophie thoroughly.

It was well-known that Madame Hui and Jiayi had once clashed back in Yunling. Madame Hui had always been critical of Jiayi and eventually was forcibly sent back to America by the Young Master. Perhaps seeing Jiayi return to America for recovery presented Madame Hui with an opportunity for retaliation.

Dark shadows passed over Huo Zhenyang’s handsome face, chilling to the point of making hearts tremble. Yet he didn’t hesitate. He declared resolutely, "Tell Madame Hui and her family to pack their bags. I don’t ever want to see them in the Huo Family again."

The door creaked loudly as it was pushed open. Madame Hui had overheard Butler Ou reporting her misdeeds and had been eavesdropping outside. Now, she rushed in, clearly distraught. "Young Master, I didn’t realize Miss Jiayi was awake yesterday. I thought Sophie misheard... I didn’t want you to get your hopes up for nothing. That’s why I didn’t let her tell you—"

Still making excuses.

Huo Zhenyang held Jiayi in his arms and pulled up the hood attached to her cardigan, shielding her face from the chilly sea breeze. While walking out, he said nonchalantly, "Butler Ou, I don’t want to see them anywhere in the San Marino Mansion Area."

"...Understood, Young Master." Butler Ou swallowed hard.

The punishment had intensified.

The more Madame Hui explained, the angrier the Young Master became.

Madame Hui’s face turned pale. The San Marino Mansion Area was LA’s most prestigious enclave for wealthy Chinese families. Even if she were kicked out of the Huo Family, her years of service might land her a position in another affluent household. But the Young Master’s decree severed all their prospects completely.

Terror streaked across her face, and she sobbed. "Young Master, our family has worked for the Huo Family in America for decades. This place feels like home to us. Even the Old Master always treated me with respect. Please give us another chance..."

Butler Ou shook his head. At a time like this, failing to stay quiet and avoid further losses only stoked the Young Master’s flames of fury.

Sure enough, Huo Zhenyang didn’t even slow his pace, continuing onward with his voice drifting back: "I don’t want to see them anywhere in LA."

Madame Hui collapsed onto the carpet, no longer daring to utter another word.

She knew if she spoke again, she might not even be able to stay in America.