C15 He Knew I Was Pregnant

If I was lucky, I might run into a good driver. It was a windy night, and the palm-sized parasol didn't do much for me. I didn't get very far, and my clothes were already soaked.

Maybe my luck was that bad that I didn't run into a single care after walking for half a day. My stomach was aching from the cold, and after a few steps, I couldn't stand it anymore.

I was afraid something might happen to the baby, so I immediately crouched on the ground. The rain was getting heavier as I shoved my hand into my pocket, trying to feel my phone.

The pain in my stomach was getting too much. I took a few steps, holding onto a stone block for support. Just then, a warm stream spread between my legs, and I froze.

The baby...No, the baby...

I had thought that getting pregnant would be a beautiful thing. After all, I thought that I could finally have my happy ever after.

However, it seemed that there were some girls that were there to face disasters, torture, and separation. I sighed, feeling the thump in my chest.

"No..." Just then, I heard the car engine stopping. I was so dizzy that I couldn't even open my eyes. However, even then, I caught something.

Kieran. That was his black jeep.

He finally arrived.

I was just about to stand up, but as soon as I did, I felt the cold rushing up to my head. Suddenly, I fell backward.

"Stupid woman!" he cursed under his breath. I struggled to open my eyes a few more times, but all I could feel was Kieran wrapping his arms around mine and bringing me back to the car.

When I woke up again, I was in a state of chaos. My surroundings were filled with white walls and medical equipment, and only then did I realize that I was in the hospital.

Every one of my limb was in pain, that I couldn't help but wince.

Instinctively, my hand went to my stomach.

"Don't worry. The child is fine." A sudden voice echoed from my side, and I turned around. It was Schaffer. I froze.

"You..." Why does my throat hurt so much?

Seeing this, he raised his eyebrows and turned around to pour a cup of water for me. He walked to my side and carried me up. I resisted a little and supported my body with my elbow.

Ignoring my actions, he placed the cup of water to my lips. "Drink."

I followed.

After a few sips, my throat felt better.

"Thank you," I slowly said.

He simply lowered his gaze to his phone.

After hesitating for a while, I finally had the courage to speak, "Does Kieran know about the child?" If I wasn't seeing things, Kieran must've sent me to the hospital last night. If Schaffer knew about the child, then he must've known about it.

Suddenly, Schaffer stopped what he was doing. "You don't want him to know?"