Chapter 638 - Taking Action!

When Thomas answered the phone, he heard Mrs. Hunt asking, “Have you divorced her?”

“Yes, I’ve collected the certificate.”

Thomas said. When he turned around to look at Helen, he instead saw that she had already gotten in the car and left. The sight infuriated him at once. In his opinion, Helen had to be in tears and crying her eyes out when she left him. But judging from her appearance, why did it look like she was dying to divorce him instead?

While he was thinking about it, he heard what Mrs. Hunt said. Thomas immediately sneered, “Grandaunt, in my opinion, she must just be talking big again! Don’t worry! I know my body well! There’s definitely no problem with me! Also, I have already asked Cecelia about it. She is very sure that the child is mine! Because she is no longer in contact with her previous boyfriend!”

Cecelia was a well-known socialite in the circle and had a chaotic private life.

Mrs. Hunt frowned and said, “Even so, you should still be cautious. Why don’t you visit a hospital and go for a checkup? Even if you don’t trust alternative medicine, surely you trust modern medicine, right?”

When Thomas heard this, he fell silent. It was only after a while that he finally replied, “Okay, okay, I get it.”

After hanging up the phone, he walked to his car.

He opened the door. In the passenger seat was a woman with heavy make-up-it was Cecelia.

Cecelia asked, “Shall we go and register our marriage?”

Initially, Thomas had said that he would register his marriage with Cecelia immediately after he divorced Helen. After all, they couldn’t get married after Cecelia’s belly showed instead. If that happened, it would end up reflecting poorly on them.

But when he thought of what Mrs. Hunt said just now, Thomas suddenly felt that there was no need to rush. He kissed Cecelia and said, “Tsk, what’s the hurry? The test can be done once the baby is four-months-old, right? We’ll register the marriage after we do a DNA test. If you are in a hurry, we can hold the wedding first.”

DNA test?

Cecelia’s eyes flickered. She said, “I see, Thomas, do you not trust me? If you don’t trust me, then why are you marrying me?! In that case, I will have the baby aborted right away! I don’t want this baby anymore! It hasn’t even been born yet, yet its father is already rejecting it! Why is my baby’s life so hard?!” Thomas looked at her. “That’s enough, what are you putting up that act in front of me for? It’s all because you have a bad reputation, so the elders at home are worried. Once the baby is four-months-old, we can do a DNA test and put my family’s hearts at ease. Why wouldn’t I trust you? But is there any use if I alone trust you? My family has to trust you too! Be good- I know you are suffering injustice here, but if you have done nothing wrong, then what’s there to be afraid of? It’s just a DNA test. What’s so scary about it?”

Cecelia bit her lip. She knew that Thomas had already made up his mind.

Cecelia could only lower her head. “I am doing this all for your sake! You mustn’t bully me in the future!”

“Okay, okay. C’mon, let’s go, baby. I’ll buy you a ring!”

As the two drove off in the car, a touch of anxiety flashed across Cecelia’s eyes.

A day later.

News that the Livingstones had divorced Helen because she was infertile spread throughout New York.

“What’s going on? Why are you implicated by this?” Sheril, whose hair reached her shoulders, said angrily in front of Nora, “Not only are they saying that your medical skills are lacking and that you were bribed by Helen, but they are also saying that you were planning to let the Livingstones be the scapegoat?”

Nora let out a huge yawn. She took a sip of water and asked, “You woke me up so early just to say that?”.

A confused Sheril said, “But it’s not early anymore. It’s already eleven!”

Nora always slept until one o’clock in the afternoon!n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

She sighed and took out a slice of bread. As she tore it into strips and ate it, Sheril went on. “Everyone’s saying that you are too young and that you only have superficial mastery of Dr. Zabe’s medical skills and not the essence, so your medical skills are lacking! They are too much!”

Nora uttered an “oh”.

Sheril would like to say that she, an onlooker, was simply so much more anxious than the person involved herself!

She asked, “What are you going to do?”

Nora’s eyes were a little dark as she replied, “Don’t worry about it.”

She’d thought that the Stewarts would take it slow, but unexpectedly, they had actually taken action so quickly and so aggressively!