From Hatred to Passionate Love Amelia Hart

Chapter 190 You're Pregnant How could it happen so quickly, so coincidentally, a tiny chance,' she thought. 'It must be my imagination! It must be!' Yet, Dr. William's words from the States echoed in her ears, "Mrs. Davis, you have a high fertility rate." "Don't worry, you'll have a child," a reassuring voice said. "Even Mr. Davis, with his oligospermia, managed to conceive. It'll be even easier now." Penelope's body shook violently, and she had to lean against the wall to stay upright.

No more wild thoughts - she had to visit the obstetrics clinic for a check-up right away! Pregnant women were everywhere in the clinic. Swere close to delivery, bellies swollen, while others were newly expecting, their joy evident. Swere accompanied by their husbands for prenatal visits.

Penelope sat quietly in a corner, seeming somewhat aloof.

It wasn't until the nurse called out her nthat she entered the examination room.

Very soon, the results were in hand.

"You're pregnant," the doctor said, looking at her. "Not even a month yet. But your health isn't great, and there's a high risk of losing the baby." Less than a month...

That meant it happened that one twith Kelvin in the car. She had just had a miscarriage not long before. William's words hit the mark - she really did have a fertile nature.

Penelope was stunned, her gaze distant. She had just lost one child, and now fate handed her another.

But she didn't want this... She couldn't bear the thought of having children with Kelvin! "Do you plan to keep the baby?" the doctor asked, "If yes, we need to start treatment to maintain the pregnancy. You'll need to visit the hospital weekly and take medication regularly." "I..." Penelope's mouth opened, but no words cout.

Sternin'n't warn titler Jarly: 'Neepning, it waith Erever en närryrén ler "arrerenhin buctsile couldn't say it. Because she couldn't bear to abort her child.

While waiting for her answer, the doctor was going through her medical reports. "You had a miscarriage recently?" She confirmed, "Yes." "Then you can't have another one. This child you must keep," the doctor said earnestly. "Unless you never want children in the future." "So, if I have another miscarriage, I might never be able to conceive again, is that it?" she asked.

The doctor asked, "Yes. It can cause tremendous harm to a woman's body. Think about it carefully." A bitter smile crossed Penelope's face.

"There's no need to think; I'll keep the baby," she said. "No matter what, I'll keep it." Kelvin had succeeded. He'd managed to get her pregnant, to tie her down with a child, knowing she'd capitulate. Even if her words sounded resolute, her heart couldn't bear the thought of losing the baby.

Penelope bit her lower lip hard, leaving a deep mark.

"All right," the doctor nodded. "But remember these precautions... Your situation is precarious, and any carelessness could lead to a miscarriage." Penelope listened intently, her hands clasped over her abdomen. Inside was a new life growing.

As she was leaving, Penelope spoke up, "Doctor, can you doa favor?" "What is it?" the doctor asked.

"Could you keep this confidential? I don't want others to know I'm pregnant," Penelope said. "Because... I'm going to be a single mother." The doctor hesitated for a moment, his eyes filled with pity, yet agreed, "All right." Planning your weekend reading? Ensure you're on nov L5sfor uninterrupted enjoyment. The next chapter is just a click away, exclusively available on our site. Happy reading! She replied to the doctor, "Thank you." Penelope clenched the pregnancy test report and walked out. Fate had played its tricks on her once again. If only she hadn't run into Fiona that day when she was about to take the birth control pill, she wouldn't be pregnant now.

Although she had a hunch that, without Kelvin taking precautions, pregnancy was inevitable, she still harbored a slim hope it wasn't supposed to be this easy to conceive so soon after her last miscarriage, given her weakened state. But, irony had a way of hastening its pace; the child's arrival was so sudden.

Twice pregnant, and both times Kelvin's baby. But this time, Penelope was acutely aware of who the father was, and she knew how to protect this child. She couldn't let Kelvin find out about the pregnancy. Otherwise, she'd never escape his grasp for the rest of her life.

At this moment, Penelope's thoughts were crystal clear: she needed to run, to take the child and flee, to depend solely on each other! From another perspective, this baby's arrival was a kind of compensation from the god.

She mumbled to herself, "Baby, Mommy lost you once, but now you've returned. You're a gift, the most precious..." Penelope shredded the pregnancy report and tossed it into the trash can, wandering dazedly on the sidewalk, her mind racing with thoughts.

"Miss Cooper, Miss Cooper?" "Penelope? Penelope?" It took several calls before Penelope snapped back to reality and looked around. Who was calling her? Brandon stepped out from the backseat of his car and approached her, "It's me. Right here." She responded, "Mr. Walker." "You seem out of sorts," Brandon said with concern. "Is there trouble?" Penelope shook her head, "It's nothing." Planning your weekend reading? Ensure you're on novi L5sfor uninterrupted enjoyment. The next chapter is just a click away, exclusively available on our site. Happy reading! She was aware that she was not good at lying, but she had no other choice.

Ever understanding, Brandon didn't press further. "When did you get back from abroad?" he asked.

She answered, "Yesterday." "I heard from my subordinate. I'm sorry we couldn't get you out," he said, regret in his voice. "We were so close." Penelope mustered a smile. "It's okay. I'm grateful for all the help you've given me. Thank you." Brandon remarked, "It's my pleasure. If you need anything more, tell me." Her mind flashed back to the test report in her bag.

"Actually, I do need something, Mr. Walker... I need your help to leave L.A. and get away from Kelvin!" she requested.

Brandon didn't show any sign of surprise or shock, simply nodding. "All right." Penelope knew that Brandon was her only chance.

Grandpa Davis was no longer an option, and she didn't want to drag Nathan back into the mix, so Brandon was the clear choice.

She could never quite grasp why Brandon was willing to help her.

om unconditionally tand tagain. Was it just because she bore a it striking resemblance to his friend? Was that all? With a comforting smile, Brandon diffused the tension, "I know you've been puzzled why I help you just because you look like someone... It's a long story." "If Mr. Walker is willing to share, you have my full attention," she said.

A touch of sorrow crossed Brandon's face. "I've mentioned before that I wanted to help

you because you remindof my friend. But that isn't entirely accurate," he confessed, "To Be te m O honest, I can't even picture what my friend looks like now. The last tI saw her, she was only four years old." Penelope was startled, and repeated, "Four?" He continued, "Yes, she was four, and I was eight. Our families had arranged for us to

be married when we were older. She was adorable with her big, brightn skin. She would eyes and porcelain would light up with the sweetest smile every tshe saw me."