Chapter 3

Rosalynn couldn’t sleep all night and then took two day off.

First thing in the morning, she went to the hospital for another checkup. It was confirmed that she was eight weeks pregnant.-

She racked her brain, vaguely remembering that two months ago, on Wayne’s birthday, at the beginning, there was indeed a brief risky behavior.

Just that one time. One time only…

“Young lady, you’re not the type to get pregnant easily, so it’s best to keep this child,” the doctor said gently, seeing Rosalynn come alone and looking haggard.

Not easy to get pregnant, but it happened just this once? Should she consider herself lucky or unlucky?

Rosalynn feeling bitter in her heart.

“I’ll think about it carefully,” Rosalynn said as she left the hospital.

Rosalynn stood in the chilly autumn wind for a while, contemplating her next move. Eventually, she decided to purchase a ticket to return home. Boarding the plane, she felt a mix of emotions as she embarked on her journey.

The plane landed in L City, and Rosalynn disembarked, carrying with her a bouquet of roses and another bouquet of purple daisies. She hailed a car and directed the driver towards Hillside Memorial Park. As they approached the cemetery, a light drizzle began to fall, adding to the somber atmosphere.

Noticing Rosalynn’s arrival, the caretaker, who had been observing from a distance, hurried over with an umbrella to shield her from the rain.

“Ms. Tesdal, it’s not even the day. Why are you here?”

“Just came to take a look,” Rosalynn replied politely.

After exchanging pleasantries.

She left the caretaker with a bottle of wine. Holding an umbrella, she walked towards the cemetery alone.

The caretaker holding the wine, watched her slender figure and sighed with pity.

“What’s up? Is she your relative?” A cleaning lady nearby asked.

The caretaker shook his head and sighed again: “She’s a poor soul. When she was just a kid, she sent her mom here. In her teens, she sent her grandpa here, and half a year ago… she sent her grandma here. That day grandma was buried, she knelt down and didn’t eat or drink for a whole day.”

Rosalynn found the tombstones easily.

Her grandpa and grandma were buried together, with mm next to them.

used to buy a rose for grandma every day. Purple daisies were her mom’s favorite flower

mom, I came back this time because there’s something I

“I’m pregnant.”

I shouldn’t keep this

gone… I have no relatives left in this world, and this child

a huge decision: “The doctor said it’s hard for me to get pregnant, so I’ve decided to

heaven, please bless her to

atmosphere in Bane

aware that the

brought the arrival of the new secretary, who

charge of the arrangements, assigned her to Secretary Tesdal’s former

resemblance of the new secretary, Miss. Ashley Walley, also caused

the company.

Walley and Secretary

everyone in the company held different opinions about the relationship

someone so similar to her came, it’s even more diverse, and the

to a meeting with the overseas project department early in the morning.

was over, it was already noon.

President’s

Tesdal’s place, is she unhappy, she won’t

looking at Dylon:

realized she came

Secretary Tesdal has taken leave due to some family matters,” Dylon quickly said, “It’s my fault, I forgot to tell you this morning as I was busy preparing for the

matters? Such a hurry that she couldn’t tell Wayne, must be serious,

here, you can go back first, and come over when

state, she swiftly departed

the President’s office, she cast a fleeting glance at the secretary’s office,

had to be Rosalynn, deliberately attempting to

she just wanted to show

just you

the one who provoked me

you have a golf game with Mr. Mullen from Peak Construction…” As usual, Dylon reported Wayne’s

the corner of his eye, Wayne’s visage

of finding solace, his expression

Rosalynn and ask her to come back immediately to do

and these useless people in the president’s office couldn’t even

Dylon immediately took

it and felt even more annoyed.

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