Facade of Love

Chapter 96 Six Weeks, There’s a Heartbeat

I pursed my l*ps. Sophia had told me about her and Benett. They were childfree. She had been with Benett for ten years, and he took all the money she earned. Now, tragically dead, she had truly left with no attachments.

Looking up at the gloomy sky, I turned to Maxwell and asked, “What does marriage really mean to humans? Sophia was with Benett for ten years and endured so much hardship. When they finally had money, Benett found another woman and had a child with her. She was ultimately murdered, and no one even cared for her b*dy. Was her life worth it?”

Maxwell raised an eyebrow and said indifferently, “I don’t know if she thought it was worth it, but I certainly don’t think so. Benett is not a real man. He deserves to be struck by lightning.”

His words amused me, and I laughed. “I thought you men would stand by each other and speak well of each other.”

He gave me a look. “I’m a man, but I’m also a human. Benett isn’t a human. He’s not even an animal.

I glanced at Maxwell and smiled faintly. Sometimes he might seem frivolous, but deep down, he was a person with a strong sense of justice.

Perhaps it was because of his words that my mood improved slightly.

As we got in the car, he drove while I gazed at the scenery flashing by outside the window.

After a while, realizing we were not headed toward Scott Corporation, I looked at him. “Aren’t we going to Scott Corporation?”

He nodded, focusing on the road. “Aunt Deb said you were vomiting badly yesterday, so she asked me to take you to the hospital for a check–up.”

To the hospital!?

by then, Maxwell had already parked

Seeing that I registered for gastroenterology, he frowned. “Why are you seeing a gastroenterologist?

seeing a

so naturally, I should see a gastroenterolo

“Morning sickness

and get some

seem to know a

so I know a little

a little interested. “A friend who’s pregnant? A

knowledge.

tongue. “Just a friend. It’s your turn now, so go

my name at the clinic entrance, so

in a big hospital. After the consultation and various tests, it was already

the test results in hand, I re–entered the doctor’s office. The doctor, a middle -aged woman, looked at my reports and said with a furrowed brow, “Ms. Scott, nausea and

a moment. “Doctor,

test shows you’re pregnant…” At this

this, I was stunned. Pregnant?

this

saw my dazed expression and