Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 1497

Emma glanced at the caller ID; it said Clare.

A girl's name.

Her mind drifted back to something Dustin had mentioned before. During his time back in North America, he'd had a short fling. Was Clare the one? Pregnant?

Her face went pale, her eyelashes drooping, and her hands instinctively curled up in front of her.

Ten minutes after reading the message, her phone buzzed. It was Clare.

Emma hesitated for a few seconds before calling out to Dustin in the kitchen.

"Did someone call?"

Dustin, still wearing his apron, was bringing out some dishes. He frowned slightly at the caller ID.

After answering, Clare's voice came through immediately.

"Oh my God, what do I do? I think I'm pregnant. I'm in Beaconsfield, and I don't know anyone here. Can you take me to the hospital for a check-up? I have no idea who the father is." "What are you saying?"

"Sob, during those days I was kidnapped, I was forced... there were many men. I don't know whose it is, but I feel so sick all of a sudden, like I want to throw up. I think I might be pregnant. Can you take me to the hospital?" Dustin rubbed his forehead, glancing over at Emma, who had already taken her seat and served him dinner.

"Send me your location."

After hanging up, he turned to Emma.

"I have a friend in a bit of a mess, Emma. You'll have to eat without me; I'll be back soon."

Emma didn't respond right away.

his apron, called her again,

face was pale, but she managed

"Go ahead, then."

and

get some rest. The night nurse is here for the baby; you

her lashes

make sure you come back soon. The baby's starting

heart clenched, realizing she might

hers alone, but after basking in his warmth for

woman, possibly a pregnant one, stirred anxiety and a faint hope that he might return quickly

was a trap, a

Dustin chuckled, "Yeah, sure."

he was out

as the door clicked

door, the once-delicious meal now seemed

half an hour, she

Emma, aren't you

think I'll head to

tossed and turned, unable to

at the scar on her belly, now scabbed over. Sometimes, the healing

might accidentally reopen the wound and cause an infection, stayed by her

she

in bed. Instead, he sat by the bed, eventually placing a small couch, about a meter wide, to hold

are a

her feeling completely alone, the

couch by the bed was vacant, and cries from the baby's room

one of the night nurses gently patting her sister's back.