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She shifted a little, trying to sit up. Matthew came over and helped her up.
Dolores sat up with his help and asked, âIs Armand gone?â.
Matthew put a cushion behind his back and replied, âYes. Didnât you take a nap?â
Dolores made a grim face, âIâll have a checkup later, so I havenât napped. Iâm a little thirsty.
Matthew poured her a glass of warm water. She took it and gulped down half a glass. Setting the glass down on the nightstand, she asked, âWhat time is it now?â
As soon as she finished asking, there was a knock at the door of the room: a nurse came to inform them that it was time for the checkup.
Matthew carried her in his arms and headed for the examination room.
Normally, the checkup was done during the day. However, there were too many patients during the day, so Doloresâ checkups had been arranged in the evening. It would be quieter.
The doctor mainly checked the changes in her uterus. Through the four-dimensional B ultrasound, everything could be seen clearly. During the check-up, they could clearly see the babyâs face.
When Dolores wanted to take a peek, Matthew did not allow it.
The baby under the B scan looked too ugly. Matthew was very disgusted by it. He was afraid that Dolores would be upset after seeing it.
He felt quite puzzled: Andrew and Amanda were cute, but why was this baby so ugly?
Every time the doctors checked him over, he frowned deeply.
Dolores didnât know what was wrong, looking at him.
The doctor said, âLook. Your uterus is quite thin now, only point four millimeters. In this case, some dangerous condition could easily occur.â
Feel the thrill at g aln ov el s . com Matthewâs face tightened. He wanted Dolores to deliver the baby early so that it could bring less damage to Doloresâ body. However, Dolores insisted on waiting until the eighth month. She wanted the baby to grow bigger and feared it would be unhealthy.
If they could wait until the eighth month, it would only be one or two months before delivery.
âCall the nurse if anything happens.â Doctors and nurses were on call around the clock at the hospital. As soon as anything happened, they would be ready to help Dolores with a cesarean section.
Matthew carried Dolores back into the room. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she asked, âWhy do you always look at me so funny when you check me?â
Matthew asked, âDo I?â
Dolores nodded, âYes.â
Matthew replied, âItâs just that Iâm worried about you.â Dolores didnât quite buy it.
He didnât show that he was worried about her because he didnât want to upset her. Besides, she noticed that she gave you a strange look after the doctor started the checkup.
He wondered what he had seen.
He decided to ask the doctor when there was a chance.
The bed in the ward was larger than a regular ward bed. Matthew could sleep with her while holding her at night. In case something happened, he could find out right away.
In the morning, Jessica brought breakfast into the living room. They didnât like the dishes served at the hospital, which were not nutritious for a pregnant woman, so Jessica delivered three meals here to Dolores.
As Dolores was eating breakfast, Matthew received a call from Abbott. He left the room to answer it.
âI didnât get through to her,â Abbott said simply.
Last night, when he returned home, he saw Emma sitting on the peep hole of his shirt with a cigarette between her fingers.
Abbott didnât know she smoked. He walked over and took the cigarette from her hand. He asked her, âWhy didnât you go to bed?â
Emma gave him a look, feeling rather puzzled. At first, he was quite stubborn. No matter what she had done to threaten or seduce him, he was unwilling to help her. Later, he suddenly agreed for no reason. More or less, she was suspicious of him.
However, she was still willing to trust him. Even if he had left her after having sex to probably sell her to Matthew, she still chose to trust him once.
With a smile, she said, âThereâs a lot you donât know about me.â
Abbott sat at the other end of the window. Looking at her, he called her by her full name: âEmma Bailey, you understand everything, donât you?â.
Emma felt incredible: how could he know what was on her mind?
She felt a little haunted, wondering if he was in love with her.
However, Abbottâs words shattered her fantasy.
âSince you understand that you both deserve it, why donât you let it go?â
Emma felt disappointed. However, she kept smiling and said, âNo matter how much they deserve it, they are my family, arenât they? If I donât care about my family at all, am I still a human?â
Abbott choked. Indeed, no matter how much of an idiot his father and brother were, no matter how much they deserved to die, they were his family.
It was the unchanging, unbreakable family affection between them.
Emma leaned out of the window and asked casually, âAre you trying to convince me?â
She had a little secret in her heart that she had never told anyone. No one knew about it either. Two years ago, she ran into Abbott. One of the projects he was in charge of was cooperating with the WY Group. It was Abbott who came to negotiate.
Abbott was absolutely capable. Otherwise, Matthew would not have trusted him so much.
During the negotiation, she was attracted to Abbott. She was in love with him.
They did not reach a cooperative agreement at that time, so they could not continue to work together. Since then, she never saw Abbott again.
This time, she had chosen Abbott and wanted to control him to help her. She could have chosen to hire another woman to help her.
However, she did it herself.
It was because she was in love with Abbott.
At this point, she knew he would probably sell her out, but she still chose to believe him once.
Spreading her legs, she straddled Abbottâs lap. With her arms around his neck, she said as she smiled, âAbbott, I still want it.â
Abbott frowned, âYouâ¦â
Before he could finish his words, Emma took the initiative to kiss his lips, blocking his unfinished words.
She wanted to change his mind by using her body. Even if he had already sold her out, she still imagined he would take her side and help her at the critical moment.
After they had sex, she snuggled into Abbottâs arms. She put Abbottâs arm around her to support herself, âWeâre so close now. Sleep cuddled up against me.â
Abbott said, âIâm not used to it.â
âYou will after more practice.â Emma wouldnât let go of his arm.
âEmma, let go.â Abbott still wanted to convince her to give up. She was young and beautiful. She could lead her own life.
He didnât think she needed revenge.
Revenge always had a way of bouncing back on oneself.
âIâve already made up my mind. Stop nagging me. Iâm very sleepy. Good night.â
Emma pulled her into her arms.
In the morning, when Abbott woke up, Emma was still sleeping.
He called Matthew.
He couldnât convince Emma to let her go. Therefore, they could only carry out Matthewâs plan next.
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