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    She spun around to leave, but ra panicked and yelled, “Hold it right there! You can’t just walk away like that! Your son messed with my daughter. I could take this to court!”


    That was all it took to start a full-blown shouting match.


    “Enough already! Can you both stop fighting?” Doreen shouted, trying to calm them down.


    She reached for Jazlyn’s arm, but Jazlyn yanked it back and snapped, “Don’t touch me! Who do you think you are to bring this circus into my home?” She then looked at the servants downstairs and barked, “Why are you all just standing there? Throw them out, now!”


    Doreen, terrified of being thrown out, quickly reached for her mother’s hand to stop her.


    But no one noticed her struggling. In the chaos of pushing and pulling, Doreen suddenly lost her footing. “Ahh!”


    A sharp scream echoed through the house as Doreen stumbled and fell straight down the stairs from the second floor.


    It was only then that Jazlyn and ra realized how serious things had be. Their faces went pale. They quickly called for an ambnce and rushed Doreen to the hospital.


    After running a series of tests, the doctor finally stepped out of the emergency room. His expression was calm but serious. “Who’s the patient’s family?” he asked.


    ra rushed forward. “I’m her mother!”


    Jazlyn, her face tight with anxiety, jumped in. “Doctor, how is she? Is the baby okay? Was it affected by the fall?”


    The doctor gave them a puzzled look. “Baby? What baby?”


    ra and Jazlyn stared at him, confused. “She’s pregnant!” ra said. “She took a bad fall. What about the child?”


    “Yeah,” Jazlyn added quickly. “Did she lose the baby?”


    The doctor frowned. “Doreen Greville did suffer a mild concussion from the fall, but—she’s not pregnant.”


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    Silence. Both women blinked in shock.


    “What… what do you mean, not pregnant?” ra asked, her voice shaking.


    “She’s been pregnant for months!” Jazlyn insisted. “It’s a healthy baby—we’ve been preparing for them!”


    “I’m sorry,” the doctor said gently. “But based on our examination, there are no signs of pregnancy. None at all.”


    Right then, the nurses wheeled Doreen out. She was pale and still unconscious. Jazlyn, impatient, pulled back the nket covering her—only to find apletely t stomach. No swelling. No bruises. No sign she’d ever been expecting. She looked like any young woman—no pregnancy, no injury. Nothing.


    Jazlyn’s face twisted in rage. She didn’t say a word—just turned and stormed out of the hospital.


    All this time, she’d been doting on Doreen, buying expensive prenatal supplements, even talking about wedding ns. She’d told everyone—including Ste—that Doreen was carrying Marc’s baby. She’d humiliated Ste, using Doreen’s fake pregnancy as ammo.


    And it was all a lie. A scheme nned by Doreen.


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