Chapter 4 - 4: Is She ’Pregnant’?

Chapter 4: Chapter 4: Is She 'Pregnant'? "Commander?" "Drive!" The black Bentley sped through the night, and ten minutes later, 'Zing!' the sound of the tires rubbing against the ground stopped. Baron Lawrence picked up the person in the passenger seat and strode towards the villa. A middle-aged woman in an apron came up, "Young Master, the President asked you to call him back after you get home. Uh, who is this..." Auntie Merry thought her eyes were playing tricks on her. What did she see? There was actually a woman in the arms of the young master who always loathed women! She couldn't help but pray to Buddha for divine protection. Women are a good thing, having a woman means that the young master is not as incapable as rumored. "Auntie Merry, call Adam Sinclair over." At her moment of joy, Baron Lawrence ordered. Adam Sinclair was the most powerful all-around doctor in Empire's history and also Baron Lawrence's personal doctor. "Alright, I'll go right away." "Be quick." Baron Lawrence carried the person in his arms upstairs, opened the door, and put her on his bed. The black sheets made the person's skin on the bed even more fair. She had her eyes closed, giving off a gentle and obedient feeling. Baron Lawrence knew this was just an illusion. Enna had been a chaotic presence in his life for over twenty years. She was bold and unrestrained, with no filter on her mouth, and completely lacking the restraint a girl should have, breaking into his life. There was a time when he thought this brilliant, sun-like person would never leave him. But he forgot, even the sun has times when it cannot be seen! He would never let her disappear a second time! Baron Lawrence clenched his fists. Just then, the phone in the room rang. He walked over and picked it up, "Hello." "Baron, Ivy called and said you stood her up. What's going on? Didn't you promise me that you would definitely accompany her this time?" "I have an emergency." S~eaʀᴄh the NôᴠeFire.ηet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. "What emergency is more urgent than Ivy?" Footsteps sounded downstairs. Baron Lawrence frowned and hurriedly said, "I'll explain another day, that's it for now, I have something else to do. I'll talk to you later." He hung up before the person on the other end could respond. "Knock knock—" "Come in." A young man in a white coat, drenched in sweat, entered, "Young Master Baron, are you feeling unwell?" He knew this friend well. Apart from severe insomnia, he had no other problems, and his body was in great shape for ten years straight, much better than his temper anyway. Baron Lawrence casually took off his coat and lifted his chin, "I'm fine, you take a look at her." "Uh, a woman?" Adam Sinclair reacted the same as Auntie Merry, a bit surprised. "Check why she fainted." Baron Lawrence poured a glass of water and sat arrogantly on the nearby sofa. Adam Sinclair looked at the sleeping Enna on the bed and exclaimed, "Who is this?" "...My fiancée." To be precise, his former fiancée. "Fiancée?!" Adam Sinclair frowned, hesitated and then said, "I'm afraid I can't examine her right now, I haven't brought any equipment." He paused before continuing, "Maybe tomorrow..." "Go get it now!" The man on the sofa forcefully interrupted him, commanding, "In half an hour, I want the results." "..." ... The night gradually deepened, and the vast sky hung a bright moon. The bright moonlight spilled through the windowsill and onto the king-sized bed. The top domestic gynecologist was busy conducting the examination by the bedside. Soon, a fresh examination report was out. It was sent to the study next door. After reading the entire report, Baron Lawrence's pupils narrowed into a needle-like sharpness, cold, suffocating, and fierce. He suddenly stood up and kicked the chair next to him. The loud bang scared everyone in the room into a cold sweat! "This is the result you came up with?" The report was heavily slapped on the table. Baron Lawrence's hand veins bulged, his thin lips pressed tightly into a line! "80% chance of being pregnant?" "..." Everyone went quiet, no one daring to speak up. "Shit!" Baron Lawrence smashed his fist into a wall, blood flowing down his hand. It caused a series of gasps from everyone present. "Young Master Baron." "Young Master." "Commander." "Don't come over!" He suddenly calmed down after his rage, his face turning extremely pale. He issued an order, "Adam Sinclair, arrange for her to be taken to the Hospital for a detailed examination. If she's pregnant, schedule an abortion for her immediately!" As soon as the words fell, he closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, his gaze had completely cooled. His thin lips touched, "...No, throw her out!"