Chapter 152



Jake’s eyes were bloodshot, appearing menacing. “Repeat that. How long has she been pregnant?”

The primary doctor, visibly shaken, kept his gaze fixed on the floor. “Less than a month.”

Jake felt as though his world was shattering, the sound deafening in his ears. All his hopes crumbled into nothingness. The urge to lash out, to confront Kallie and demand answers, surged within him.

Yet, suddenly, Jake was overcome with a profound sense of weakness.

The anticipated fury failed to surface. Out of the corner of his eye, the primary doctor stole a wary glance at Jake.

Jake appeared like a defeated animal that had lost its will to struggle.

Edgar, sensing the gravity of the situation, hurried over and addressed the primary doctor. “Thank you for informing Mr. Reeves. You may leave now. This matter doesn’t concern you anymore.”

The primary doctor nodded, casting one last look at Jake to gauge his reaction before departing.

Edgar exhaled deeply and turned toward Jake, attempting to offer some solace. “Mr. Reeves, perhaps this is just—”

“Get out.” Jake interrupted Edgar mid-sentence. “Everyone out. I don’t want anyone coming in unless I say so.”

Edgar simply nodded and ushered everyone out.

In the chaos, the primary doctor managed to locate Melinda.

Melinda had been grappling with distress due to Dean and his mistress, manifesting in mental struggles.

Pretending to visit the hospital because Shirley was sick, Melinda came often.

Her hospital visits were for two purposes. She sought updates on Kallie and Jake’s situation. Meanwhile, she acquired psychiatric medication for her own well-being.

Melinda had to keep her mental illness a secret, particularly from Dean, who already bore resentment toward her. His knowledge of her issues would only provide further grounds for divorce.

Spotting the primary doctor, Melinda quickly pulled him aside. “How is it going?” Her voice was hushed. She appeared thinner, her eyes hollow.

Uncover new worlds at g alnov els ;com Melinda’s usual expression was one of detachment and bitterness. Now, a flicker of hope sparked in her gaze. She seemed like a demon breaking free from hell, casting a somber shadow around her.

The primary doctor stepped back a bit, leaning in to whisper, “As you requested, I’ve spoken to Jake. He may not have many suspicions, but he’s furious. He must believe that the child Kallie is carrying isn’t his.”

A grin broke across Melinda’s face, a fleeting glimpse of twisted happiness in her somber existence.

“This is excellent news. If I can’t be happy, nobody else will be,” Melinda’s words were tinged with bitter triumph.

The primary doctor’s expression turned to concern. “However, there’s a significant risk of this coming to light. I’ve heard Jake’s been searching high and low for Kallie. If he finds her, we might—”

Melinda cut him off with a contemptuous look. “What do you know? Jake’s assumed she’s cheated on him. He’s probably disgusted with her by now. He might even be contemplating divorce and how to retaliate. He’ll view the child as a stain on his life. We won’t have to lift a finger. Jake will deal with Kallie and the child himself. All we need to do is sit back and enjoy the drama.”

The primary doctor merely smiled.

Just as the primary doctor turned to leave, Melinda’s hand shot out, clutching his arm. Her nails dug in slightly, her grip firm.

The primary doctor grimaced. “What are you doing?”

Melinda’s gaze pierced him with an eerie intensity. “Tell me, do you know anyone, or can you access a drug that can make someone get pregnant quickly?”

The primary doctor’s eyes widened in shock. “But you’re not in a condition to consider pregnancy right now.”

This was the family’s private hospital, and the primary doctor, having worked there for years, knew every detail about the family’s medical history.

Melinda had previously suffered an injury, and even the birth of her current daughter had been fraught with difficulties. Another pregnancy could potentially be fatal.

Impatience flickered across Melinda’s face. “Just hand it over and ask no questions. You must understand that standing in the Reeves family dictates your future.”

The primary doctor exhaled a weary sigh and gave a reluctant nod.

Unbeknownst to them, Edgar was watching from an upper floor. He frowned, puzzled. “When did Melinda start confiding so much in this doctor?”

One of the bodyguards nearby filled him in. “Mr. Reeves’ mother has been unwell. Melinda’s here likely to get medication for her. They’ve grown close because of that. Mr. Reeves knows about it.”

“Ah, I see,” Edgar replied, nodding slightly, though he still sensed something amiss.

After several days of rest at home, Kallie felt the urge to step outside for some fresh air.

Irene didn’t try to stop her.

While Irene never brought up Brent and Jake, Kallie could discern from Irene’s carefree smile that everything was well. It seemed like Jake had finally given up on her, and he hadn’t caused any problems for Brent.

This was precisely the resolution Kallie had hoped for, leaving her feeling content.

When Kallie mentioned wanting to go out today, Irene offered a regretful smile. “Kallie, I’d love to take you out, but there’s some stuff at the company I need to handle. I’d feel uneasy leaving you by yourself. How about we plan for another day? I’m really sorry.”

Kallie nodded, indicating she understood. She gestured that she could join Irene or even be of assistance.

Irene frowned as she considered the offer.

Kallie made another gesture, this time conveying her guilt and feeling of uselessness. She didn’t want to stay home and wallow in misery every day.

Kallie assured Irene that she was stronger than she might appear, and being pregnant required her to go out more.

Finally, Irene agreed. “Alright, I’ll drive. Just give me a moment.”

Irene drove Kallie to a warehouse near the seaside pier, a place distinctly different from the Hayes Group.

From a distance, Kallie spotted Brent mingling with some familiar faces, his usual entourage.

But this time, a new face caught her eye. It was Boris.

Puzzlement clouded Kallie’s features. She recalled the recent news, which hadn’t shed much light on the dynamics between Brent and Boris, but it was clear they were not on good terms.

Irene noticed Kallie’s perplexed expression and leaned in to whisper an explanation. “There was quite a commotion at the hospital recently, and now Jerome still hasn’t regained consciousness. Under the pretense of seeking justice, Boris and his mother, representing certain branches of the Hayes family, are stirring up trouble.”

Kallie was taken aback. The audacity of such people was astounding. It was bad enough that they were around, but their demands were growing.

Once Jerome regained consciousness, he would surely be plagued by guilt, his moment of vulnerability having drawn such chaos to his grandson.

Irene sighed deeply, her voice heavy with resignation. “We’re somewhat powerless in this situation. Since Sophia is Jerome’s biological daughter, Boris and Brent are still family. Without Jerome’s intervention, that bond is unbreakable. Now, it seems wherever Brent goes, Boris must follow. It’s supposedly part of some sort of mentorship or training.”

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