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

It was the only thing that offered her a

her insistent pleading, the hospital

room where she changed

finally had a moment to carefully reread

was from Fanny,

to get a preventative shot as soon as possible, or the results could be catastrophic

stop to question the truth and knew she couldn’t afford

shot. If she contracted HIV, it would be a death

a deep breath, dried her tears,

Are you messing with me?’ Vivien was ugly with

was eerily calm, “Did you get the

“Yeah”

we’re not mortal enemies,” 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.

retorted with lingering defiance,

Let’s call it even.”

abruptly ended the call, feeling a surge of bitterness overwhelm her.

“Don’t

me. You can keep that trash Bainbridge. I

wanting to reclaim everything she had lost.

In the end, sh

she was nothing

wouldn’t want a man like Howard?