<b>Chapter </b><b>112 </b>


    “Granny, what on earth are you doing here?” Marguerite asked in surprise, “Did youe by yourself?”


    Laverne was dressed gorgeously today, wearing a floral blouse with ck silk trousers, glowing with radiance.


    “No, silly, I didn’te by myself. How could I possibly find this ce on my own? I was dropped off by the driver!”


    Laverne smiled warmly before saying, “Dr. Steven told me I had a follow–<b>up </b>appointment today. Weren’t you supposed to take me to the hospital? Did you forget?”


    It then hit Marguerite like a ton of bricks. She pped her forehead in self–reproach, her face turning pale, “I’m sorry, I’ve been swamped these past few days and totally forgot.” “Well, what are we waiting for? Let’s get a move on!”


    Laverine stood up from her office chair and gave her seat to Frederick.


    Marguerite nced at him, thinking back on the heated argument she had with Steven a few days ago. She tentatively asked, “What about the meeting this afternoon…”


    “I’ve postponed it for you.”


    There was no emotion on Frederick’s icy face, which made Marguerite a little scared.


    She hesitated for a moment before asking. “Do you want toe to the hospital with me?”


    “No.”


    “Aren’t you worried about what would happen between Steven and me?”


    Marguerite was bing weary from the constant arguments with him because of Steven.


    Since she hadn’t done anything wrong, she might as well take this paranoid man with her.


    Frederick looked taken aback for a moment before a smirk appeared on his face, “Just keep things under control.”


    Not giving much thought to what Frederick’s smirk could mean, Marguerite silently prepared to leave with her granny. However, Laverne was mumbling.


    “This handsome guy, is he really jealous? How petty!”


    Frederick was speechless.


    Chuck almost burst outughing upon hearing this.


    Laverne was clever, but saying he was jealous in front of him was just too much!


    Half an hourter, at Stonebridge Memorial Hospital.


    Marguerite took Laverne to Steven’s office. He had his assistant, Janie, take the olddy for various tests.


    After asking about Laverne’s recent condition, Steven noticed that Marguerite looked a bit out of it. He couldn’t help but show concern, “Marguerite, are you feeling unwell?” Marguerite rested her head on the desk, “A bit. I’m feeling dizzy and nauseous.”


    Dizziness, nausea<b>? </b>


    “Do you feel easily tired recently?”


    Marguerite nodded, “Yeah, I feel like I can’t get enough sleep.”


    Steven was taken aback for a moment. His professional instinct kicked in, “When was yourst menstrual cycle?”


    Marguerite shifted to a morefortable position.


    Last menstrual cycle?


    Marguerite thought for a moment but couldn’t remember.


    Thest menstrual cycle seemed to have been a long time ago, so long ago that she didn’t know Frederick yet and hadn’t moved into the mansion.


    It seemed that ever since she moved into the mansion, she never had her period again.


    “I can’t remember. It’s been quite a while since thest one<b>, </b>but I haven’t had my period this month.”


    As soon as she finished speaking, she noticed Steven seemed to be diagnosing her.


    After listening to Marguerite’s symptoms, his serious expression made her thoughtful.


    Marguerite immediately straightened up, looking very nervous, “Steven, am I sick?”


    Steven adjusted his silver–rimmed sses thoughtfully, “I suspect there’s something wrong with your endocrine system. It’s a serious issue, so you need to pay attention. Let’s go to the gynecology department for aprehensive examination.”


    Steven’s words caught Marguerite off guard. As a woman, she knew the seriousness of endocrine disorders.


    The worst–case scenario could lead to infertility.


    Marguerite did not hesitate and followed Steven to the gynecology department, anxiously pacing between the various examination rooms.


    An hourter, a nurse handed arge stack of test reports to Steven.


    Marguerite stood by Steven, watching him go through the reports one by one with a nk expression. But when he got to thest report, he furrowed his brows.


    Marguerite’s heart clenched, and she quickly asked, “Steven<b>, </b>is there something wrong with me? Just tell me, I can handle any result.”


    Steven lifted his eyes, a determined look in them.


    The words he said left her stunned, “Marguerite, you’re pregnant.”