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

the thought of leaving the hospital’s protective gaze. It was the only thing

the hospital processed

Vivien to her room where she changed into

room, she finally had a moment to carefully reread

was from

that Conrad might be HIV positive and that Vivien needed to get a preventative

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

was already shot. If she contracted HIV,

dried her tears, and dialed Fanny’s number.

Fanny. Are you messing with me?’ Vivien was ugly with

was eerily calm, “Did

“Yeah”

friends. I might have stolen your guy, but 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

with lingering defiance,

call

feeling a surge of bitterness overwhelm her.

“Don’t

lecture me. You can keep that trash Bainbridge. I

resentful, wanting to reclaim

In the end, sh

she was nothing

wouldn’t want a man like