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“Ugh, forget it.
If he could just get Elena toe along and keep himpany, maybe she’d stop mocking him every chance she got.
Ste wasing to the medical wing for a checkup <b>soon</b>, knowing Elena’s nature, she’d probably get the same “misdiagnosis” as he had in mind.
Right now, hardly anyone in the Dawson family knew that Ste and Abraham were back together.
So there was no way Elena would suspect Ste was pregnant–maybe she’d even misdiagnose her….
The thought made Eddie’s eyes light up.
“Ste should being in for <b>a </b>check soon; she hasn’t been feeling <b>too </b>great these past few days.”
“What kind of not great?”
The <b>moment </b>she heard that Ste wasn’t feeling well, Elena got serious.
Eddie said. “Just not much of an appetite. Probably because my brother fed her too much while they were in Rivermount.”
He <b>emphasized </b>the <b>words </b>“fed her <b>too </b><b>much</b>” like he was trying to drive a point home.
Which he was. He was <b>very </b>deliberately trying to steer Elena’s attention <b>in </b><b>a </b>different direction.
After all, going to the Mambia Desert alone would be miserable. If he <b>had </b>to go, he needed someone to keep himpany.
Elena frowned thoughtfully. That doesn’t sound right. Mr. Abraham’s always been careful about <b>her </b>portions; her stomach can’t handle too much.”
Everyone–both the Dawson family and the <b>Lukas</b>–knew how much Ste loved to eat.
Her stomach was delicate, but her cravings were strong.
It had always been a headache for Abraham.
Now Eddie was saying Abraham had overfed her in Rivermount? Elena eyed him suspiciously. “You’re lying, aren’t you? What are you trying to pull
Eddie’s eyelid twitched hard. Damn, this woman’s too sharp. Star hadn’t been home for years, and Elena still remembered the details of her appetite?
Eddie waved his hand. “Why would I lie? Abraham hadn’t seen Star in years–of course he spoiled her. Once they got to Rivermount, it was whatever Star wanted; Abraham just went along with it.”
Elena went quiet. Was that <b>true</b>?
Eddie pressed on, “Anyway, she’ll definitely be in for a checkup. Make sure you take a good look at her stomach
He stressed “stomach” again, clearly trying to redirect Elena’s focus<b>. </b>
Who wanted to go to Mambia Desert alone? Even if he had to go, he needed someone to suffer with him.
Elena thought about it, then nodded. “Alright.”
Wait a second…
“Then why didn’t Mr. Abraham have you check on her<b>?</b>”
Eddie had been the <b>one </b>who apanied them to Rivermount, and the medical wing had all the necessary equipment.
Shouldn’t Eddie be the one overseeing Ste’s checkup?
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Something felt off.
Eddie <b>said</b>, “I’m busy, okay?”
“Busy with what?”
Eddie ground <b>his </b>teeth. “Busy heading to Mambia Desert. I need to go pack. Star’s all yours.”
He spat the words out, then stormed off, fuming.
Sure, <b>what </b>was waiting in the desert was important–but Eddie <b>just </b>didn’t <b>want </b>to go.
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Especially <b>not </b>to Mambia Desert. The extreme climate and risk of epidemic outbreaks made it the kind of ce even top–tier experts avoided.
Let alone him.
Once Eddie left, Elena sank into thought again. Before long. Marie and Evelyn arrived at the medical wing with Ste.
When <b>Elena </b>saw Evelyn, she quickly stood up.
She greeted them respectfully, “Ma’am, Miss.”
-Evelyn guided Ste forward. “Quick–tend to her wound. Oh, and she might be pregnant. See what kind of meds she cant
take”
Elena was stunned. Pregnant? That scumbag Eddie, he’d <b>been </b>setting her up for a fall?
<b>If </b>she’d gone along with his “just check her stomach” n and handed out a pile of meds, Mr. Abraham would’ve had her shipped to Mambia Desert alongside him<b>.. </b>
That little rat. I’ll deal with himter.
Noticing Elena frozen in ce. Evelyn asked, “What’s wrong?”
“I’ll tend to her wound first.”
Snapped back to reality, Elena quickly pulled out medication safe for pregnancy and started dressing Ste’s wound.
Her anger <b>toward </b>Eddie was simmering now was unbelievable.
<b>Over </b>in the study.
<b>Abraham </b>sat with a stormy expression, lighting a cigarette before tossing the pack to Derrick.
Derrick caught it one–handed, frustration etched all over his face as he pulled out a cigarette and lit up. His chest still rose and fell with uneven breaths.
“She’s really pregnant? Is it yours?”
Derrick’s voice was cold; dangerced every <b>word</b>, ready to detonate at any moment.
If Abraham so much as said yes, Derrick looked ready to tear <b>him </b>apart.
Abraham shot him a frosty <b>nce </b><b>and </b>said nothing.
And that silence–lit Derrick’s <b>fuse</b>. “Abraham, she’s my <b>fiancee</b>.”
“That’s something our elders promised us, with their own words. Who the heck do you think you are—”
His rage boiled over mid–sentence; he mmed a clenched fist down on the desk, hard enough to shake everything on it
The two locked eyes.
The cold light shing between them filled the entire study <b>with </b>a hair–trigger tension.
Abraham let out a coldugh. “Their own words? Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten <b>what </b>kind of situation they were in when they made that promise<b>.</b><b>” </b>