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.

off his apron, called

pale, but

"Go ahead, then."

leaned in and

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

nodded, her lashes fluttering

soon. The baby's starting

this, her heart clenched, realizing she might sound a bit

always claimed the baby was hers alone, but after basking in

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

kindness was a trap,

Dustin chuckled, "Yeah, sure."

that, he

the door clicked shut, Emma put down her

the once-delicious meal

sitting in a daze for half an hour, she asked the

aren't you

think I'll head to

and

Sometimes, the healing wound itched, and in

the wound and

she hadn't

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

are a funny

one held her hand, leaving her

small couch by the bed was vacant, and cries

and went to the baby's room, which was spacious, finding one of the night nurses gently patting her sister's back. "Ms. Emma, you're still