CEO’s Tears Over Pregnancy Test Discovery

Chapter 1736

Seeing the two men gearing up to strike again, Karina instinctively reached for Wilfred, ready to pull him away.

A little humiliation was better than getting hurt, she thought.

The blow Wilfred had taken earlier still made her heart pound with fear just thinking about it. She couldn't imagine the state of his back now. It was likely bruised and swollen but there was no time to sit down and check. Without hesitation, Karina reached out and grabbed Wilfred's hand. His wide, warm palm enveloped hers, though she didn't seem to notice.

"Dr. Wilfred, let's go. The police will handle this when they arrive," she urged, tugging him gently.

Karina didn't pay attention to the moment, but Wilfred did. Her hand felt so small, so delicate in his, as if he could completely enclose it with just a slight movement. A strange warmth crept into his chest, unsettling him. He pulled his hand free, his voice calm but firm. "There's no need."

Before Karina could argue, the sound of sirens pierced the tension. She turned and saw the police arriving, swiftly taking control of the situation and dispersing the angry crowd. Relief washed over her, and her eyes fell on Wilfred's phone, the corner of which stuck out from his pocket.

It looked like he had hastily stuffed it there.

Realization dawned on her that Wilfred must have already contacted the authorities while no one else had noticed. That explained his unshaken composure.

Soon, the police restrained the three agitated family members. Wilfred and Karina, as witnesses, were asked to provide statements.

Wilfred needed medical

he tried to treat his injuries himself, but no matter how skilled he was, there was no way he could properly reach the bruises on his back.

sharp gaze shifted toward the sound as he called

Wilfred," Karina's voice came through, clear yet tinged with nervousness. "I thought... you might

with sweat as she stood outside the door,

was silent

and awkwardly added, "You

she could finish, Wilfred's calm voice interrupted,

heart pounded as she

sat on the edge of

his shirt was partially unbuttoned, one side still clinging to his frame while the other

swallowed, and the faint ripple of his muscles seemed both

Her hands trembled as she picked up the medicine, praying he wouldn't notice

though, when she caught sight of his

her hand, stretched across his skin, deep and angry in color. It was stark and jarring against his

hesitated before lightly brushing her fingers against the edge of the bruise, her voice barely above a whisper, "Does