CEO's Dumb Bride

Chapter 12 Pregnancy

Chapter 12 Pregnancy

Fortunately, Lester held her fast. He felt the heat from her shoulder and looked at Courtney in surprise, "She has a fever."

Courtney was startled, "Go to the doctor!"

Lillian had had a long dream, in which she went back to her childhood.

She was locked by Ruby in a storage room. She was swallowed up by the darkness as if falling into a black hole.

Lilian slapped the door desperately, but no one answered her.

As she was desperate, the door slowly opened, and a beam of light came through the crack of the door, growing bigger and brighter and illuminating her gloomy eyes.

A tall and stalwart figure was bathed in that light, like a god's arrival to dispel the haze around her.

He held out his hand with the white shirt sleeves rolled up. The fair and slender fingers reached out in front of her, crushing all the defenses in her heart.

It seemed like God's hand to save the world. From then on, Lilian became his most devout believer.

However, when she reached out her trembling hand to catch it, he suddenly withdrew his hand.

Lilian got up in a hurry, trying to catch the hand, but it was in vain, and finally, the door was closed.

She returned to the darkness.

Lillian suddenly opened her eyes and saw the glaring light above her head. She gasped, and the panic in her dream still lingered.

"She wakes up," Courtney's voice sounded from the side.

"You tell her."

"I... You'd better do it."

"... Do you think it's appropriate?"

Lillian turned her head and saw Lester and Courtney in front of the bed arguing about something.

Lester coughed, patted Courtney on the shoulder, and walked out.

Lillian sat up and gestured to Courtney, "What are you talking about?"

Courtney looked unnatural. She sat down on the bed with a sullen face, held Lillian's hand, and hesitated.

Lillian stared at her, but Courtney didn't say anything for a long time.

Lilian let go of Courtney's hand and gestured, "Courtney, am I terminally ill? It doesn't matter. Go ahead. I'm prepared."

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Courtney patted her hand, "Bah, don't talk nonsense. You don't have a terminal illness. You are pregnant."

Courtney closed her eyes in annoyance. Things were worse than getting terminally ill.

Lillian's mind buzzed as if a thunder had fallen on her head. She sat on the bed in shock and looked at Courtney blankly.

After a while, she came back to her senses and signed with her fingers in a panic.

"Slow down. It's too fast for me to understand."

Courtney had only learned sign language for more than a year and had to think about the gestures slowly. She couldn't follow such a flying speed.

Lillian paused. She tried to calm herself down and slowed down her sign language.

Lillian signed, "Did the doctor misdiagnose it? I took the contraceptive pills and protective measures."

Courtney understood this time. She took out a test sheet and handed it to Lillian, "Well, take a look yourself."

Lillian took the paper and read it word by word. It said that she had been pregnant for five weeks.

It was more than a month.

Lilian pressed her chest against the pounding heart, closed her eyes, and carefully recalled what happened a month ago.

It was Francis' birthday. They went back to the Landau family. Francis drank too much that night.

The next day, Lilian was scolded by Rosalie since she got up late and forgot to take pills after getting back.

It must be that time.

Courtney looked at Lilian's pale face, sighed, and comforted her, "It's nothing. Just five weeks. Abortion wouldn't hurt your body so much."