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.

pulling off his

was pale, but she managed a

"Go ahead, then."

in and kissed her

night nurse is here for the baby;

her lashes

back soon. The

clenched, realizing she might sound

baby was hers alone, but after basking in

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

a trap, a

Dustin chuckled, "Yeah, sure."

with that, he was out

door clicked shut, Emma put

the once-delicious meal now seemed

a daze for half an hour,

aren't

I'll

Emma tossed and turned, unable

looked at the scar on her belly, now scabbed over. Sometimes, the healing wound itched, and in her half-asleep state, she'd scratch

might accidentally reopen the wound and cause an

knew she

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

are a

hand, leaving her

small couch by the bed was vacant, and cries from

the baby's room, which was spacious, finding one of the night nurses gently