Boss, Your Wife is Asking for A Divorce, Again!

Chapter 323 He’s the Child’s Father

Toby wore a grumpy expression as he locked the phone and chucked it back toward the side of the bed. He felt a mixture of frustration and envy toward Charles. He was envious as Charles could drop by to visit Sonia whenever he wished to, without having to ask for Sonia’s approval. Toby, on the other hand, would never be able to do such a thing. She was once my woman, and I once had the person I loved the most in my arms. Yet, I was the one who pushed her away…

He clutched onto his chest as he felt a dull ache in his heart. Sparks of determination filled his eyes as she lowered his gaze to stare at Sonia. I’m not going to give up on her no matter what happens. She has to be mine!

Time continued to trickle away into the night, and Sonia woke up by the next morning. She frowned a little before opening her eyes to stare at the white ceiling above her head. She froze. Where is this? Wasn’t I in my condominium? How did I end up in this place? The sudden shock got Sonia to sit upright. She had to figure out where she was. However, the moment she sat up, she felt something tugging onto her hand. She turned around to see Toby holding onto her hand, his body resting on the edge of the bed as he slept.

She immediately widened her eyes as she was surprised to see Toby beside her. However, she quickly realized the odd clothes on her body. She was dressed in a blue-and-white-striped gown, which was obviously a hospital gown. Am I in a hospital ward now? She quickly pulled her hand away from Toby before she pressed it against her forehead. Confusion was written all over her face. What is going on? I was just sleeping. How did I end up in a hospital?

Her act of pulling her hand away had woken Toby up, and his eyes shot open in alert before he raised his head. Once he saw Sonia, his gaze softened a little. “You’re awake, huh?” Toby parted his thin lips as he spoke. His voice was especially attractive—it was rather hoarse since he had just woken up.

“How do you feel? Do you feel okay?” Toby got o his feet and pressed the bell above her head before he continued questioning Sonia. She shook her head while looking at him. “I feel fine, but… What am I doing here?”

“While I was on the call with you yesterday, you suddenly stopped talking. I went over to check on you and found that you had fainted, so I sent you to the hospital,” he replied.

She nodded in a dazed manner. “I see. Is there something wrong with me? Am I sick?” she asked again.

Toby moved his lips without speaking. He didn’t know how to inform her of her current situation, and he didn’t know what sort of response she would give after hearing the news. Will she be sad, or will she…

her grip on the sheets. “Tell me. Is there something wrong with me?” She repeated her question

voice came from the door. “You

the man

poisoned!” Tim uttered as

was

Tim replied

couldn’t recall ever touching or eating anything that could be potentially poisonous. Why would I be poisoned? Sonia looked to Toby once more. This time, he no longer bothered to hide anything

poisoned with a form of chemical toxicant that doesn’t do much harm to your body. However, it’s detrimental to the child in you—it causes the child to have deformities. If

put her hand on her stomach. “D-Deformities…? A

belly as she parted

was leaning against the wall of the room, added on to their conversation. “You’ve been poisoned for nearly half

Sonia’s expression changed as she immediately lowered her head to look

finished his sentence. Sonia’s face turned pale as her entire body tensed up. Her aura that was a complex mixture of emotions filled the air as everyone was silent for a

a mixture of sorrow and grief. His heart ached for her, and he quickly attempted to comfort her. “It’s okay. Maybe next

Sonia raised her head to put on a smile all of a sudden. However, even a fool

and calmed herself down before she spoke. “The news about the child, of course. I was already planning to abort it, and I had already made an appointment with a hospital overseas to do the surgery this Saturday. Since the child is deformed, it solidifies my decision to abort it. That’s why I said it was

slightly moist. After spending days and nights with this baby, it seems like I’ve developed some form of attachment to it. Upon hearing Sonia’s words, Tim looked rather shocked. However, he didn’t have any other emotions as he only cared about her and not the baby in her. He didn’t care whether