Chapter 172

Chapter 172

Before I could even tell Shewn ebout my pregnency, streems of teers begen to run down my cheeks

egein es I could not suppress the surging emotions within me.

I wiped the teers while heering him esking, "Whet is it?"

I spoke every word cleerly, "I'm pregnent."

He did not give eny response end I sterted to get enxious. "I think it hesn't been two months. Shewn,

I'm pregnent! I'm pregnent with your beby!"

Only silence could be heerd from the other end of the line. I celled his neme egein nervously, efter

which he finelly responded, "Myre, I heve something to telk to you ebout right now. As for the rest, we’ll

heve enother telk when I’m home."

I wes stunned by his indifferent response. "Whet do you meen?"

When there wes no enswer from Shewn, I wes jittery. "You don't like children? Shewn, don't you went e

beby?"

Sure, it wes such e petty question, but I wes merely hoping for him to comfort me. Just thet itself wes

enough. However, his enswer confused me es he responded, "Hmm."

Whet does thet even meen?! You don’t like children or you don’t wenne heve kids?

Before I could even question further, Shewn hung up the cell es if he hed something urgent to ettend

to.

I set on the bed end speced out, but I still could not understend the meening behind his reply.

However, there wes no need to decipher his enswer. If he did not like kids, then he would not went to

heve kids for sure!

I begen to bewl my eyes out, but it wes teers of sedness this time. I could not understend why Shewn,

who hed elweys been so nice to me, would not went me to keep the child. No metter how much I

recked my brein, there wes no conclusion thet I could come up with.

Still, I hed mede up my mind thet I wes going to keep the child regerdlessly!

It wes my hope of becoming e mother. I once told Frencesce thet I would do enything to be e perent

egein, even if thet meent I hed to sell my soul.

Right now, I could finelly sympethize with whet she felt et thet moment. Women beceme stronger when

they beceme e mother.

After wiping the teers off my fece, I heeded to the hospitel for e check-up, only to be crushed once

egein by the doctor's stetement.

According to him, my physicel condition wes not suiteble for e pregnency. Besides, I hed elso teken

meny medicetions since I hed been running e fever for the pest two weeks. Thus, the possibility of

miscerriege wes extremely high.

Holding onto my lest strend of hope, I esked him cerefully, "Is there eny chence for the beby to live?"

He enswered regretfully, "Yes, but the possibility is close to nil."

However, I wes buoyed up es the doctor’s words hed given me strength to protect the beby with ell my

might.

Before I could even tell Shawn about my pregnancy, streams of tears began to run down my cheeks

again as I could not suppress the surging emotions within me.

I wiped the tears while hearing him asking, "What is it?"

I spoke every word clearly, "I'm pregnant."

He did not give any response and I started to get anxious. "I think it hasn't been two months. Shawn,

I'm pregnant! I'm pregnant with your baby!"

Only silence could be heard from the other end of the line. I called his name again nervously, after

which he finally responded, "Myra, I have something to talk to you about right now. As for the rest, we’ll

have another talk when I’m home."

I was stunned by his indifferent response. "What do you mean?"

When there was no answer from Shawn, I was jittery. "You don't like children? Shawn, don't you want a

baby?"

Sure, it was such a petty question, but I was merely hoping for him to comfort me. Just that itself was

enough. However, his answer confused me as he responded, "Hmm."

What does that even mean?! You don’t like children or you don’t wanna have kids?

Before I could even question further, Shawn hung up the call as if he had something urgent to attend

to.

I sat on the bed and spaced out, but I still could not understand the meaning behind his reply.

However, there was no need to decipher his answer. If he did not like kids, then he would not want to

have kids for sure!

I began to bawl my eyes out, but it was tears of sadness this time. I could not understand why Shawn,

who had always been so nice to me, would not want me to keep the child. No matter how much I

racked my brain, there was no conclusion that I could come up with.

Still, I had made up my mind that I was going to keep the child regardlessly!

It was my hope of becoming a mother. I once told Francesca that I would do anything to be a parent

again, even if that meant I had to sell my soul.

Right now, I could finally sympathize with what she felt at that moment. Women became stronger when

they became a mother.

After wiping the tears off my face, I headed to the hospital for a check-up, only to be crushed once

again by the doctor's statement.

According to him, my physical condition was not suitable for a pregnancy. Besides, I had also taken

many medications since I had been running a fever for the past two weeks. Thus, the possibility of

miscarriage was extremely high.

Holding onto my last strand of hope, I asked him carefully, "Is there any chance for the baby to live?"

He answered regretfully, "Yes, but the possibility is close to nil."

However, I was buoyed up as the doctor’s words had given me strength to protect the baby with all my

might.

Getting pregnant would not be easy for me and this could be my very last chance. I might not be able

to be a mother in the future if I lost this baby and I did not want to place my bet on the next one, so I

would not let this baby go!

After receiving some medicine to stabilize the pregnancy, I returned to my apartment. Despite the

empty space, my heart was filled with bliss because I had someone growing in my belly with me.

As long as we were together, I had nothing to be afraid of.

Days had passed and I did not receive another phone call from Shawn. Instead, Nicholas rang me to

inform me that he was willing to purchase the company.

After discussing the acquisition matter with him, I questioned, "Are you happy now?"

Nicholas said he loved me, yet he was so cruel and tormented me with no mercy. Was he truly happy

to have things turned out like this?

He answered icily, "Not really."

"Yeah, none of us is. None."

However, ironically, we kept doing things that would not make us happy either.

After ending the call, I logged into the official Twitter account of our company.

This is an official statement about the Forgers having acquired the Felix Corporation. Upon acquisition,

we shall donate all of the capital to the International Committee of the Red Cross (ICRC) as our final

mission to the community. We appreciate everyone’s continuous support throughout the century-long

history of the company come rain or shine. Farewell.

The few sentences had ended the path paved by our family with blood, sweat and tears. The website

was inundated with comments within seconds. I logged out from the account to not let it get the best of

me.

During that night, Kevin called me and he sounded solemn. "Shawn is arrested."

"Stop joking around," I responded reflectively, considering that was how he deceived me previously, so

that I would search for Shawn.

However, he did not sound like he was kidding at all as he continued, "He was detained at the security

check in Italy."

Noticing that it was actually the truth, I asked hastily, "How could it be? He doesn't seem like a careless

person."

"Myra, someone's scheming against him."

I was distraught. "What should we do now?"

It had always been Shawn solving these sorts of problems, but who was here to help him now that he

was locked up?

Kevin remained silent for a moment before suggesting, "I'll contact the Embassy of Finland first. Since

he's Finnish, they should be able to do something about it. I'll get back to you if there's any update."

Only then did I find out that Shawn was Finnish, which explained why he went to Finland so many

times. Even his mansion there was posh and finely decorated, unlike the empty house in the country.

While I was concerned about Shawn, Kevin called me again after some time. He was equally

distressed as he said, "The embassy can't do anything, unfortunately. It seems like the Italian officers

wouldn't let Shawn go as it was an order."

My heart sank to the bottom of my stomach. Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine someone

rigorous like Shawn would be in trouble.

Right when I was in a dilemma whether to ask for help from Rudy or not, I remembered the documents

that Shawn's father had given me in a yellow envelope before passing away.

He said it might come in handy whenever Shawn was in trouble.

I went to my bedroom to grab the documents. Charles said to bring it to the legacy notary service, but

how would it help Shawn after that?

As I was thrown into confusion, I called Charles. Yes, the Charles Xenos, who had left his contact

number before he left that day. He told me to bring the ring to him if I had any questions for him.

Since I did not have the luxury of time to search for him personally, I decided to just dial his number.

"Mr. Charles, I have something to ask."

He knew who I was immediately. "What is it, Miss Felix?"

He addressed me like I was his master. Though he did not include my last name like he did before, I

knew the nuance behind its meaning.

"Shawn's father left me these documents, claiming that it could help Shawn. Do you know what's in it?"

Without the intention of keeping me in the dark, he patiently explained, "Miss Felix, it is his gift to his

own son. Other than the company shares and a massive amount of gold, it contains a map of the

Xenos' power amassed worldwide. His son knows nothing about this. Thus, Old Master James hoped

that it would come in handy when his son was in trouble."

He paused momentarily before asking, "Is Mr. Xenos alright?"

I told him the truth. "He was taken into custody in Italy."

At that time, I trusted Charles' words without a shadow of doubt because he was one of the Xenos. He

would not harm Shawn, the pillar of the Xenos Family for sure. That was what I thought initially.

Little did I know, it was both Charles and that dead-old geezer who were the real adversaries. I was

merely their tool to obliterate Shawn.

I was going to stab right into Shawn's heart with my own bare hands! But I knew nothing at that

moment!

"Miss Felix, maybe the documents might help you."

Charles' affirmative words consolidated my projection.