Chapter 4 Pregnant


    As soon as the words fell, a sudden wave of difort hit her again. She turned around and dry-heaved for a while, but this time, nothing came out.


    “Just one ss of wine and you’re like this?”


    Uh oh, was she being judged?!


    “No, my stomach has been feeling a bit offtely, so I had such a big reaction,” Isabe exined.


    Vincent’s eyebrows furrowed even tighter, feeling a bit angry inside. In fact, he had felt uneasy ever since he saw Isabe sitting there drinking with that older man.


    “Drinking when your stomach is upset?”


    Isabe felt that the situation was extremely strange. She didn’t know this person, so it was already nice of him to help. But the way he spoke sounded like he cared about her and was a bit angry at the same time.


    “Go to the hospital for a check-up.”


    “Huh?” Isabe was momentarily stunned, then quickly agreed, “Okay, I will goter. Thank you so much just now. Um, may I ask…”


    “I said go now.”


    Isabe hadn’t fully recovered from her daze when the man already grabbed her hand and led her outside.


    Isabe followed along in a daze for a few steps, suddenly realizing that something was wrong and stopped in her tracks.


    “Mister…”


    Vincent calmly interrupted her, “My name is Vincent.”


    Isabe nodded andplied, “Mr. Vincent, I’m really grateful just now, but I…”


    Before she could finish her sentence, Vincent handed her a business card.


    Seeing that Isabe didn’t trust him, he deliberately softened his tone, “You should go to the hospital immediately. This is my business card. If you’re worried, you can call your friend.”


    “…,” Isabe had nothing to say. It wasn’t until she got into the car that she realized she hadn’t brought her phone or wallet. Where did she get the courage to follow someone she just met?


    Later, whenever Isabe thought back to this “first meeting,” she felt that she had beenpletely blinded by Vincent’s charm at the time.


    Once she got into the car, she regretted it. It seemed like the man knew what she was thinking, as he unlocked his phone and handed it to her.


    “You can call your friend.”


    Isabe breathed a sigh of relief and thanked him before taking the phone.


    Audrey was extremely worried when she couldn’t find Isabe. When she received her call and bombarded her with questions, Isabe briefly exined what had just happened and mentioned that a kind-hearted man wanted to take her to the hospital for a check-up.


    Audrey, sounding skeptical, said, “Who is he, and what’s his name? Nowadays, where do you find such random kindness? You’re so naive. Even if someone sells you, you have to count the money for them.”


    Isabe rolled her eyes, first nced awkwardly at Vincent, who wasn’t looking their way, and then whispered, “He said his name is Vincent. I saw his business card.”


    “Vincent?!” Audrey eximed in surprise. After calming down, she breathed a sigh of relief, “Oh, that’s fine then. He’s my brother’s friend. I don’t know what thepany wants from me again. Isabe, you just focus on going to the hospital with him for a check-up. I’lle find you after I finish up here. Call me if anything happens.”


    Isabe didn’t expect things to turn out so coincidentally. The person who kindly helped her happened to be Audrey’s brother’s friend.


    After hanging up the phone, she handed the phone back to Vincent.


    After that, the car fell silent.


    Isabe mentally prepared herself and then spoke, “Mr. Vincent, ording to Audrey, you’re her brother’s friend.”


    Vincent nced at her and then nodded after a moment.


    Isabe smiled and briefly exined her rtionship with Audrey.


    After listening to Isabe’s words, Vincent remained silent for a long time.


    He hadn’t seen Audrey before. ording to Hall’sints, she was a very busy person. But he had a brother, Hall, who was obsessed with his sister, so every time they met, all he talked about was his sister. So Audrey was a familiar stranger.


    After listening to Isabe’s words, he suddenly remembered something. Hall alwaysined that his sister had a pitiful friend with a wicked mother and a twin sister.


    Just as she came of age, her mother made her go out and earn money, even taking her sry card. Isabe had saved up her university tuition herself.


    Was Isabe that pitiful friend?


    Wicked mother and sister?


    Vincent suppressed the inexplicable displeasure in his heart and struggled to control his emotions, not wanting his feelings to show on his face, for fear of scaring Isabe, who had been discreetly observing him.Content ? copyrighted by N?velDrama.Org.


    The two arrived at the hospital, and Vincent helped Isabe register, get blood drawn, and get a prescription.


    Isabe sat in the waiting area, holding the prescription. She couldn’t understand the data on it, but she felt a bit panicked for no reason. Thinking about the various diforts she had experienced recently, she was worried that she might have some incurable disease.


    Lost in thought, she didn’t even hear her number being called.


    It wasn’t until Vincent, who was waiting with her, called her that she, like a soulless body, followed him into the examination room.


    “Give me the prescription,” the doctor pushed his sses up and reached out to Isabe.


    “Um,” Isabe said, handing over the prescription.


    Then she stared at the doctor’s face without blinking.


    The doctor looked at the prescription, frowned at first, then his expression slowly turned serious.


    Isabe’s heart felt like it was being squeezed by a big hand, anxiously twisting her slender fingers.


    The doctor nced at Isabe first, then looked at Vincent, his expression very ugly.


    Isabe’s voice trembled as she asked, “Doctor, do I have a serious illness? Stomach cancer?”


    Vincent’s heart sank as well.


    The doctor didn’t answer her but asked, “Did you drink beforeing here?”


    Isabe nodded, then immediately defended herself, “I just had one ss and then I vomited.”


    The doctor gave her a re, and Isabe trembled, reaching out and grabbing Vincent’s clothes. She surprisingly grabbed the corner of his clothes urately.


    Vincent looked down at the slender fingers holding onto his clothes, subtly moving closer to Isabe, standing even closer to her.


    The doctor also saw this scene. He no longer red at Isabe but turned his gaze to Vincent.


    “The girl doesn’t know any better, and you, as her boyfriend, don’t know either?”


    Isabe was stunned for a moment, then subconsciously retorted, “He’s not…”


    “She’s already pregnant, and you let her drink? What kind of boyfriend are you?” The doctor’s face was stern and severe.


    Isabe’s retort choked in her throat. She was first incredulous, then looked at Vincent, seeking confirmation in her eyes: Did I hear that right?