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 her

pale, but she

"Go ahead, then."

in and

rest. The night nurse is here

her lashes

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

said this, her heart clenched,

baby was hers alone, but after basking in his warmth for so long, she'd

off to see another woman, possibly a pregnant one, stirred anxiety

was a trap, a

Dustin chuckled, "Yeah, sure."

that, he was out

clicked shut, Emma put down

closed door, the once-delicious

hour,

Emma, aren't

I'll head

tossed and turned, unable to

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

might accidentally reopen the wound and cause an infection, stayed

knew she hadn't

Instead, he sat by the bed, eventually placing a

are a funny

no one held her hand, leaving her feeling

was vacant, and cries from the baby's room next

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