Chapter 402: Words She Never Said Out Loud

Fraser asked again, more desperate this time. “Where is she?”

Yvette sprang to her feet, her emotions boiling over. “Fraser, what the heck took you so long! If anything happens to Summer, I’m coming for you first.”

Xavier stepped in and stopped her. “That’s enough. Let it go.” He looked over at Fraser. “She’s still in delivery. She hasn’t come out yet.”

Fraser looked up at the closed doors of the delivery room. The red light glowing above them was sharp and blinding. His brow tightened. He said slowly but firmly, “I’m going in with her.”

Xavier spoke briefly with the doctor. Fraser changed into a pair of sterile scrubs and walked in without hesitation. The moment he entered the delivery room, the room was thick with pressure; the air itself felt strained.

“Ah!” A scream broke through the tension. Summer was lying on the bed, fists clenched tight. Her forehead was drenched in sweat, strands of hair sticking to her skin as she gritted her teeth through the pain. The obstetrician-gynecologist stood at her side, coaxing her along. “Mrs. Graham, push a little harder!”

Fraser froze at the sight. His dark eyes filled instantly with tears, rimmed red with guilt and heartbreak. He moved forward fast and grabbed her hand, locking his fingers around hers.

I can’t take away the pain. I can’t fix any of this. But in that moment, just holding her hand was the only way he could hold himself together. Fraser’s lips quivered as he forced out the words in a raw whisper. “Summer. Summer. I’m here.” Summer seemed to hear him. His grip was tight, maybe too tight, but she didn’t pull away.

Chapter 402: Words She Never Said Out Loud

Tears gathered in her eyes instantly. Fraser felt like someone had driven a blade straight through his chest. The pain knocked the wind out of him. His throat locked up as he choked out, “No more kids. We’re not doing this again.”

The obstetrician-gynecologist’s voice rose beside them. “Mrs. Graham, you’re almost there. One more push. Keep going.”

Summer was ghost pale. She couldn’t speak. Her whole body strained with the last of her strength.

Then— Wah! Wah! A baby’s cry rang out, clear and sharp through the room. It was like the first break of morning light cutting through the dark. The obstetrician-gynecologist broke into a smile and called out, “She’s here, Mr. Graham. It’s a girl.”

The VIP suite was quiet—the kind of deep, gentle silence that felt like the world had pressed pause.

On the bed, Summer slept with her lashes curled like tiny feathered fans. Her features were soft, her face pale and lovely; she looked like a portrait come to life, frozen in peace. Fraser sat beside her without moving. His hand gripped hers tightly, holding it against his cheek like he never wanted to let go. In his other hand, a letter rested—written in Summer’s handwriting. She must have penned it not long ago. The script was delicate and full of warmth:

Fraser,

I had wanted to talk to you for days, but I kept dozing off. The baby was probably saving up energy, getting ready to meet us. You were always busy during the day. And at night, by the time you got home, I was already asleep. So when I had a quiet moment, I wrote you this letter.

Chapter 402: Words She Never Said Out Loud

One day, he said something that made my heart skip—he told me the baby could arrive at any moment. That hit me hard. I felt a rush of nerves mixed with a kind of hope I couldn’t shake. After that, I moved even more carefully than before. Earlier in the pregnancy, I hadn’t felt much of anything. But as her due date got closer, I kept wondering what she would look like. Would her eyes be big or small? Would she look more like you or like me? I pictured her and caught myself grinning like a fool.

I searched online and found out that a lot of newborns came out all wrinkled and scrunched up. Kind of weird-looking, honestly. I really hoped our baby came out looking like a beautiful little angel. And if that made me a shallow mom, I hoped she forgave me.

I got a little off track. That day when Yvette and I went to the Graham Group, I was standing outside and overheard what you said. You said…

Right there, Fraser saw faint tear stains dried into the paper. He knew right away. His Summer must have cried while writing this. His chest tightened so hard it hurt. His lips quivered, and tears broke loose, slipping down from the corners of his red eyes. He took a breath and kept reading.

I didn’t mean it when I said I didn’t care. That wasn’t true. But I did believe you loved me. So I figured you must have said that on purpose… didn’t you? More than feeling hurt, I had felt anxious. I had felt scared. I had remembered that time you came back from Oblistan, chest wrapped in white gauze but still soaked with blood and covered in bruises. You looked awful.

Chapter 402: Words She Never Said Out Loud

Did you hear me? Back then, I couldn’t do anything for you. The best I could do was take better care of myself. But that was just how women were. Even when I had known you didn’t really mean to shut me out, it still hurt… little by little.