And The Daddy Is… The Infertile Guy?!

Chapter 181

Vivian clutched her cellphone with trembling hands,

Her eyes, swollen and red from tears, scanned the text message over and over until she grabbed her car keys and dashed out of the house in a panic. She tripped and fell halfway to the garage.

Ignoring the blood stains on her jeans, she jumped into her car, slamming the pedal to the metal as she sped off towards Bayridge Hospital.

Upon arriving, she dashed through the hospital comidors like a headless chicken.

As a high society lady, Vivien had never bothered to learn the ins and outs of hospital bureaucracy. Her entourage of yes–men always handled such mundane tasks for her. Now, it was a nurse who approached to ask what she needed.

Vivien’s hair was a mess, her voice broken by sobs as she uttered a few words

The nurse turned grave and immediately escorted Vivien to the VIP wing

Vivien didn’t even pause to say thank you before she burst into the room.

Half an hour later she finally came to her senses, sobbing uncontrollably.

The doctor tried to comfort her, “It’s okay, you’re safe now that you’ve received the shot. What you need is some rest and observation for a few days.”

“I need to be admitted!”

was the or

of leaving the hospital’s protective gaze. It was the only thing that offered her a shred of

insistent pleading, the

to her room where she changed into a

finally had a moment to carefully reread the text message.

message was from Fanny,

HIV positive and that Vivien needed to get a preventative shot as soon

question the truth and knew she couldn’t afford to take that

was already shot. If she contracted

her tears, and dialed Fanny’s number.

Fanny. Are you messing with me?’ Vivien

eerily calm, “Did you get the

“Yeah”

Fanny said coolly. “I genuinely like Bainbridge. I heard about Conrad through the grapevine. Anyway, you’re out of danger since you’ve had the shot. Vivien, you’re so naive. Don’t play these dangerous games again. Your brain can’t even outsmart a dog. You can only

retorted with

call it even.”

the call, feeling a surge of

“Don’t

Bainbridge.

feel resentful, wanting

In the end,

she was nothing

a man like Howard?