The werewolf doctor exhaled in relief and said, "The mother is already five months into her pregnancy. Fortunately, we got her to the operating room in time. Any later, and we might have lost the baby, not to mention risking serious complications for her health. She's stable now but will require complete bed rest during recovery. Emotional stress must be avoided at all costs. Keep her happy and relaxed." "Thank you, doctor. Thank you so much," Celia sighed in relief, bowing repeatedly. "Thank you, doctor. Thank you!" I exhaled, finally able to relax now that Yura was safe. Not long after, the werewolf nurses wheeled Yura out. She lay pale on the stretcher. Her eyes remained shut, likely still under the effects of the anesthesia. Seeing her like this made my heart ache. Yura was transferred to a regular ward. Noticing that Celia looked exhausted, I suggested, "Why don't you go home and get some rest? I'll stay here and take care of Yura. Don't worry, I've already taken leave from work, so it's fine." Celia was clearly hesitant, but seeing my sincerity and determination, she nodded and said, "Alright then ... I'll leave this to you. But there won't be another incident like that, right?" Seeing the worry on Celia's face, guilt welled up inside me. I shook my head and reassured her, "Don't worry. I promise something like that won't happen again." After Celia left, I sat by Yura's bedside, holding her hand as it rested beside her. She looked even more fragile than before, and my heart ached at the sight. How much have you endured? The thought of everything she had just gone through left a bitter feeling in my chest. Unable to shake the frustration, I stood up and walked over to the window in the corner of the room. Taking out my phone, I dialed my assistant's number. "I'm at the hospital. Let the director know I'll be back later ... Yes, Yura was pushed by a fan and fell. She almost lost the baby. I need you to help me release a statement ... Alright, I'll send you what I want to say. Please have the team refine it before posting." After my assistant agreed, I ended the call and turned back to Yura, still unconscious. I sighed. She had been through so much because of me. From now on, I would do everything in my power to make it up to her. My assistant worked quickly, and about an hour later, the studio released an official statement. I also posted on my Twitter, "My previous car accident was entirely due to my own lack of focus—it had nothing to do with anyone around me or my family. I hope those who support me can be rational fans. Take care of yourselves first before worrying about others." The tone of my statement might have appeared to be a bit harsh, but I didn't care. I wouldn't allow anyone to harm the people closest to me. Within just half an hour, the tweet had already gathered over two thousand comments. Most of the top ones came from fans, and they were generally supportive. Many urged others to respect my privacy and not interfere in my personal life. As for Yura, their attitude remained calm, and all were sending their blessings. Yura's POV: It was around three or four in the afternoon when I finally woke up. The moment Ryan saw me open my eyes, his face lit up with a smile. He quickly walked over, gently holding my hand as he asked with concern, "Yura, you're finally awake. How do you feel? Are you in any pain?" As my mind slowly cleared and memories resurfaced, a wave of panic washed over me. I immediately asked, "The baby ... Is the baby alright?" Ryan smiled, sitting beside me as he gently comforted me. "Don't worry, the baby is fine. Yura, this was my fault. I should have been there to protect you. But I promise, I've already had my assistant put out a statement. What happened today won't happen again." Hearing that, I couldn't help but feel touched. I knew it wasn't fair to blame Ryan for what happened—no celebrity could control all their fans. But the fact that he was willing to go this far for me made me truly grateful. "It's okay ... You don't have to do all this for me," I said with a smile, still trying to comfort Ryan. "They're just looking out for you. I can handle it, really ... " Ryan tightened his grip on my hand. "No matter how much they support me, they have no right to hurt the person I love. They should never hurt you." His words touched me even more. Overcome with emotion, I wrapped my arms around his waist and rested my head against his chest.