Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

Chapter 248

Selena stood by the window, wrapped in her long robe, watching as the black Rolls-Royce Cullinan rolled away from the villa, eventually disappearing down the road. She gently bit her lower lip, lost in thought.

A moment later, she swapped her clothes for something more low-key-a simple tracksuit, complete with a baseball cap and mask-and slipped quietly out the door. She had an important errand: a trip to the hospital for final confirmation.

Selena had chosen a hospital on the outskirts of town, hoping to avoid running into anyone she knew. After a two-hour journey, she finally arrived. The hospital, perhaps due to its out-of-the-way location, was relatively quiet, especially in the OB-GYN department. After checking in, it wasn't long before her number was called.

"Number 7, Selena," the announcement echoed.

Even though she shouldn't have recognized anyone there, she still felt a little anxious, like she was doing something she shouldn't. She quickly slipped into the consultation room.

After she explained her situation, the doctor didn't waste any time and gave her a slip for a blood test. After paying, she headed upstairs to get the test done.

With half an hour to wait for the results, Selena returned to the waiting area, surrounded by expectant mothers, most accompanied by loved ones-a husband, a mom, or a mother-in-law. They were all buzzing with excitement, discussing who their baby might resemble or what their personality might be like, each conversation full of hopeful dreams and sweet anticipation.

Selena felt

a month along. Do you want to keep it?" "If you decide to keep the baby, we'll set up a prenatal care plan. If not, it's better to schedule an abortion procedure soon while it's still

was her child, her

she made her decision. She was

the baby, talk it over with your husband about which hospital to register at for prenatal care. The first three months are delicate, and it's easy to miscarry if you're not

s won

her husband. The happy

yet if Everett would

the thought, thanked the doctor, and left, her mind a

and she quickly pulled out her phone, discreetly snapped

off.

...

evening rolled in, painting the sky with shades of sunset, the car gently pulled back into Moon Bay. Everett stepped out, his long strides carrying him inside, an air of intensity about