What way?

I didn’t voice this question. Everyone had their own way of thinking, so I didn’t know what Jared meant. All I knew was that this child belonged to me alone.

Ashton never had any feelings for me to begin with. If Grandpa were still alive, I could probably stay by Ashton’s side for a few more years, but he was gone, so I didn’t have the confidence to continue holding onto him.

Risking my child to do it wasn’t a wise choice.

Silence stretched out between us before I spoke again. “Since I’m pregnant now, I’m afraid I’ll have to trouble you for the time being. As for everything else, I have my own plans. Thank you, Dr. Crest.”

He probably thought I didn’t understand him as a crease formed between his brows, but he didn’t say any more.

He sighed. “I have something to do later on. Remember to eat your medicine. I’ll take off first.”

After seeing him off, I didn’t eat the bowl of ginger carrot soup Ashton cooked for me as my stomach felt slightly uncomfortable. Perhaps it was because I was still in the early stage of pregnancy, I didn’t have any morning sickness, but I really didn’t have an appetite.

I had just gone back to the bedroom and lay down on the bed when my phone rang. It was an unknown number, but I picked it up anyway.

Half a beat passed before the person on the other end spoke. “It’s me, Rebecca!”

I blinked in surprise, then frowned. “Do you need something from me, Ms. Larson?”

sent

had the chance to

couldn’t fathom why Rebecca was looking for me

bet it had something to do with

I took a screenshot and sent it to Ashton with a single sentence

me not long after the

enjoying the scenery, then said in a

I could almost picture the frown on his face. “Where are

“Home.”

brief pause. “Rest

I nodded. “Okay.”

After ending the call, I couldn’t sleep and had nothing to do, so I went to his

work previously, I rarely had time to look through the books here. Now that I had some time off, I deserved

some books with illustrations to pass the time, and it didn’t take long for

hand and wandered around the study. My gaze fell on a

quite old and worn, but I could tell that they were all

so an old and faded photo of a young couple holding a baby together

Grandpa’s, so I deduced that he must be Ashton’s father. Hence, the woman, who

didn’t add up. The next few photos showed Ashton’s parents carrying a baby girl. Confused, I turned back the pages and found that there were indeed several photos where there was a little girl, about two to three years old, standing

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