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Rachel was pregnant with his child. There were many woman in society who were better than she was. They were richer, came from good families, were well educated, and would no doubt bare a child for him. So why Rachel? The woman he hated so much…
Everyone in the upper-class society said that Victor was disgusted by Rachel. He always said that she was an insane, no good woman who wasn’t capable of doing anything.
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But now that Clara had met Rachel a few times and gotten to know her, and seen how Victor had reacted when he thought Rachel was getting an abortion, none of the rumors seemed to match up.
The corridor they were currently in was painted bright shades of pink and purple. Right in front of them was a huge sign that said ‘Department of Gynecology’ hanging above a glass door. Through the glass doors and panels they could see many pregnant women sitting waiting for their appointments. They were all there with either their husband or a family member. If was for that reason that the single woman sitting all by herself caught their eyes.
It was Rachel.
She had a paper cup clutched in her hand, as if this was the only thing preventing her falling over. Her face was very pale, and it looked like she was trying her best not to vomit. The corners of her eyes were slightly red because of her recent throwing up. The bright color only made her pale complexion that much more striking.
They saw her swallow harshly, take a deep breath, and then take a small sip of whatever was in the cup. She immediately clapped her hand over her mouth, fearful that she’d spit it out.
She repeated this several more times until the contents of the cup was evidently finished. By now her face was ghastly white.
Victor stared at her through the glass, fixing her with one of his most intense stares. He frowned when she didn’t seem to notice him.
“I think she’s getting ready for the second last procedure,” Clara said gently from behind him.
“That was a glucose solution she was drinking. She had to finish the cup within five minutes. It’s very, very sweet. Some pregnant woman can’t stand the taste, others find it makes them feel sick after they drink it.”
Clara watched Victor’s expression reflected in the glass.
He said nothing. But his eyes did narrow, and his face did darken.
As Clara was about to ask him if he wanted to go in, her phone rang.
She checked the screen to see it was a call from one of her colleagues.
She didn’t bother to answer. She just hung up.
“Mr. Sullivan, I’m afraid I have to go now.”
“Okay,” Victor replied in a low voice.
Clara put her phone in her pocket and turned to leave. She hadn’t gone far when she suddenly stopped and turned around to look at Victor again.
“I don’t think Miss Bennet has had breakfast yet. That solution she drank requires an empty stomach There’s a canteen on the first floor,
Mr. Sullivan. If it’s okay for you, I suggest you go and get Miss Bennet something to eat for after her appointment.”
Again, Victor remained silent. He just raised his head to look at her, displeasure clearly evident on his face.
Clara was immediately uncomfortable under his gaze. She clenched her fists in her pockets to maintain her cool and lowered her eyes to the ground.
“I wasn’t telling you to do it. I was merely giving you a suggestion. I just remember how uncomfortable I felt when I was pregnant; that’s all. It’s hard for a pregnant woman to go through a prenatal check-up, especially if she’s alone.”
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