Chapter 1054

Warren, noticing the panic in her eyes, shid, “Yes, I know you’re pregnant. You’re four weeks along. I remember we conceived the baby that night!”

What he uttered was not even a question but an affirmation.

It was like he was certain that the baby was his.

Amelia felt cold sweat on her palms and back, but she continued to deny it. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Warren. You’re overthinking things. I’m not pregnant.”

All of a sudden, he let out a chuckle. “So, you’re saying I should take you to the hospital to see a gynecologist before you’ll admit it?”

“You conducted a secret investigation on me?” Her voice grew sharp.

“I didn’t intend to investigate you. I just happened to see you at the hospital that day, concerned about your well-being and curious about the health issue you were facing,” he explained. That was how he accidentally discovered her pregnancy.

“If I hadn’t found out about your pregnancy, were you planning to keep it from me indefinitely and not share this with me?” He questioned her, moving closer.

She pursed her dry lips. “It has nothing to do with you.”

“What do you mean by it has nothing to do with me?” he exclaimed. “It’s our baby, and I’m the father of this child. How could you say that it has nothing to do with me?”

“This child…” Just as Amelia was about to speak, a wave of nausea suddenly surged again, causing her to vomit all over him.

Her vomiting stained his well-fitted suit, and her nausea persisted.

Amelia bent over and continued to vomit.

At that moment, Warren panicked, but he could only stand frozen in place, watching her vomit blankly.

During her previous pregnancy, he had never been by her side since she was behind bars.

Consequently, he would not have known that pregnancy-related nausea could be so severe that she ended everything.

When Amelia finally ceased vomiting, she looked up and saw Warren’s pale countenance.

It was evident that his face was more pallid than hers.

“Your suit…” Her eyes then landed on his suit, which was stained with her vomit.

Warren mumbled, “Why is your vomiting so severe?”

“It’s just morning sickness,” she replied.

Her explanation did not ease his worry. After unbuttoning his suit and removing the stained clothes, he took her hand and led her toward the car parked by the road.

She struggled to pull her hand away. “Where are you taking me, Warren?”

“To the hospital!” he answered.

Fifteen minutes later, Amelia returned to the consulting room she had visited earlier and faced the doctor she had just met.

The doctor explained to Warren that Amelia’s morning sickness was nothing unusual. The only potential issue that could arise was that frequent vomiting might affect the nutritional absorption of pregnant women. If that were to happen to Amelia, she would require special medication and medical treatment.

“Usually, we don’t recommend medication to stop vomiting in the first trimester, the doctor explained.

Warren inquired, “So, we just allow her to keep vomiting like t “She can eat foods like plums and oranges that may help alleviate morning sickness. Some pregnant women’s vomiting condition ca improve after consuming foods with a tart flavor, the doctor suggesum Amelia sat aside, thinking about what to do next since Warren had fou out about her pregnancy.

At that moment, someone whispered in Amelia’s ear. “Is that man your husband? Looks like he cares about you. My husband didn’t care about my pregnancy and my morning sickness. You’re such a lucky woman.”

“Am I?” Amelia smiled bitterly.

If the woman in front of him knew what she had experienced, she would not have made that remark.

When Amelia and Warren came out of the hospital, Warren suggested, “I think we should find a place to talk.”

She hesitated for a moment but did not turn him down.

After all, she felt it was important for them to talk about the situation now.

“Let’s find a place nearby. I don’t want to go too far,” Amelia said.

Warren found a restaurant with a private room next to the hospital and ordered some snacks. “You should eat something, considering you’ve vomited most of the food you had earlier. The doctor mentioned you can have something light if you’re experiencing severe morning sickness.”

Instead of reaching for the fork, Amelia looked at Warren and said, “You don’t have to do this for me. I can manage the pregnancy on my own without burdening you.”

Warren’s expression suddenly became serious. “What do you mean by managing the pregnancy on your own? And why do you say you don’t want to burden me?”

Amelia took a deep breath and responded, “We don’t need to make a big deal out of it. As we discussed earlier, it was just an accident. Let’s simply pretend like nothing has occurred.”

Suddenly, Warren let out a cold smirk. “Are you saying you’re ju going to pretend that the child in your womb doesn’t exist?”

“I’ll take care of baby myself,” she said.

He questioned. “How?”

Meeting his gaze, she could not prevent her body from trembling. “T my issue. It’s none of your business!”

“Amelia, why do you say the baby is none of my business? She’s our child, so, of course, she’s my concern!” Warren’s eyes were filled with anguish.

Amelia looked away, as Warren’s gaze filled her with an inexplicable sense of guilt and panic.

Yet, she had no idea what had prompted her to feel guilty or panicked.

Warren was the one who did her wrong in the first place, and, all things considered, she was the victim!

Warren stood up, circumvented the table, and approached Amelia. He then knelt before her and said, “Amelia, please give me the chance to take good care of you and the baby. I didn’t do anything for you when your were pregnant with Aiden, and I made you suffer. Now, let me do everything I should do.”

Amelia lowered her head and looked at Warren in front of her, overwhelmed by complicated emotions.

“You know, when I was in prison, I called your name over and over again. I just wanted to give up on life when I was there, but it was the baby who pulled me back from the brink of death and gave me hope to carry on,” she murmured.

Upon hearing that, Warren started trembling unconsciously.

At that moment, those words felt like the sharpest of swords, piercing his heart and making him acutely aware of the meaning of excruciating pain.

Yet, this pain was an affliction without a remedy. As time passed by, the agony etched itself into the very fabric of his being, a permanent scar on his soul.

He had made so many grave mistakes in the past that it seemed there was no way to make things right.