After Having a Dream, I Became Pregnant with a Billionaire’s Child Chapter 355: 347: Carlos's Regret

Chapter 355: Chapter 347: Carlos’s Regret

“Grace Parker is your mother, right.”

D clearly uttered a na.

Emily’s hand holding the scalpel trembled slightly at this mont.

After so many years, those deliberately sealed wounds were suddenly torn open, and her mother Grace Parker’s na had always been buried deep in her heart.

Beside her, Evelyn Hanson was already too frightened to speak, and Mrs. Carter’s face was full of shock.

Maria Carter looked completely stunned, evidently unfamiliar with the na “Grace Parker.”

Faye Manor held her phone aloft, her gaze shifting among the few people.

Only Carlos felt his heart suddenly accelerate, as if an invisible hand gripped his chest, a suffocating feeling surged over him.

An extrely bad premonition crawled up his spine.

Emily had almost never ntioned her mother; he had only heard her ntion briefly that she had passed away when Emily was in junior high.

As for the cause of death, he didn’t delve into it.

But at this mont, seeing Emily’s suddenly tense profile, listening to D’s suggestive words, he suddenly realized sothing very terrifying.

D looked at Emily, a playful smile curling at the corner of her mouth, “Grace Parker… I wasn’t very sure before, but just now when we were sparring, that reverse knife angle of yours, and your footwork avoiding my shooting line—”

She paused, her eyes sweeping over Emily’s trembling wrist, as if appreciating the prey’s reaction, “Exactly the sa as when she was forced into desperation back then. So, you’re her daughter. What a small world.”

Emily’s voice was hoarse, her grip tightening around the knife until her knuckles turned white, “Who was behind my mother’s death?”

D chuckled lightly, her gaze suddenly turning to Carlos, with a hint of mockery, “You should ask the person beside you. After all, soone who maintained the Prisnet network that year was your husband Carlos. Oh, now he should be your ex-husband.”

“Bullshit!” Maria Carter was the first to burst out, shouting, “How could my brother be involved with Prisnet!”

Mrs. Carter’s face turned ashen, “Emily, don’t believe her; she’s trying to sow discord!”

D ignored them, looking fixedly at Carlos, the depth in her gaze like a poisoned needle, “Carlos was once a mber of Prisnet, if you don’t believe, you can ask him.”

Carlos’ spine was tense, his fingertips nearly embedding into D’s arm, his voice frighteningly calm, “Shut up.”

“What? Are you scared?” D laughed even more joyously, “Afraid she’ll learn that her esteed Mr. Carter could very well be her mother’s murderer?”

Emily suddenly looked at Carlos, her eyes filled with shock and disbelief.

“Carlos,” Emily’s voice was as light as a feather, “Is what she said true?”

Carlos suddenly turned his head, emotions surging in his eyes—pain, struggle, yet without denial.

He opened his mouth, wanting to say sothing, but D interrupted him, “Of course he won’t admit it. After all, for the sake of the child in your womb, he could abandon even , his ‘savior,’ couldn’t he?”

She suddenly exerted force to break free from Carlos’ grip, laughing bizarrely, “But it doesn’t matter, I have sothing here that might prove my words.”

Speaking, she reached into the inner pocket of her lab coat and pulled out a small USB drive, twirling it between her fingers, “Inside this, there’s a record of Carlos working for Prisnet, records of paynts from Prisnet. The timing coincides with Grace Parker’s death.”

The air in the ward seed to solidify.

Emily looked at the USB drive, then at Carlos’ pale face, feeling all the strength being drained from her body.

A sharp pain once again surged from her abdon, causing her to bend over, cold sweat instantly dampening her forehead.

“Emily!” Carlos’ face changed drastically, no longer caring about D, he turned to support her.

“Don’t touch !” Emily suddenly swung his hand away; her eyes were as cold as winter snow, “I ask you, are you a mber of Prisnet?”

Carlos’ Adam’s apple bobbed twice, his gaze fixed on Emily’s pale face, in her eyes was only fragnted pain.

He was silent for too long, so long that the air in the ward nearly froze, finally forcing a word through his teeth, “…Yes.”

Emily’s pupils suddenly contracted like being hit by an invisible hamr, the hand holding the scalpel could no longer support it, and with a clang, it fell to the ground.

“In the early years of my going abroad,” Carlos’ gaze drifted toward the void, as if recalling that unbearable past, “In a cold war with my father, severing all contact, refusing to use a penny from The Prescott.

Later, I angered a local gang, was cornered in an alley… D suddenly appeared,” he glanced coldly at D on the floor.

“She saved under the condition that I do network security maintenance for Prisnet. I needed Prisnet’s help at that ti, so… agreed.”

Mrs. Carter covered her mouth in shock, tears erupted instantly.

She never knew the ordeal her son had endured abroad, her son had once been pushed to such a desperate situation.

She hated the husband who drove her son to a dead end, Evan Palr, his harshness towards Carlos had long reached the point of disregard for life and death!

Emily’s voice trembled uncontrollably, each word seed to be soaked in blood, “Is my mother’s death really related to you?”

Carlos’s face turned as white as paper, his lips moved, but he couldn’t utter a word in defense.

He indeed didn’t directly participate in Prisnet’s assassination operations, but the USB drive in D’s hand wouldn’t lie, and the transfer records during that ti coincidentally covered the incident involving Grace Parker.

He couldn’t prove that his technology hadn’t been used to track her, locate her, or cleanse himself from this filthy association.

“Emily,” he reached out his hand, wanting to touch her, but she avoided him in disgust.

“Don’t call .” Emily’s voice was as cold as ice, yet there were tears glistening in her eyes.

“Carlos, I don’t care how many difficulties you had back then, I don’t care if it was unintentionally. Prisnet killed my mother, and you are one of them.” She took a deep breath, as if using every ounce of her strength, she said word by word, “You are my enemy.”

“Emily!” Carlos panicked, wanting to step forward to grasp her, but was pinned in place by the resoluteness in her eyes.

There was no hatred in that gaze, only a complete, cold disappointnt, more disconcerting than any hatred.

“I will never forgive you.” Emily turned her face away, refusing to look at him, as if even an extra glance was torture.

Mrs. Carter cried as she stepped forward: “Emily, the Carter Family is sorry to you… I’m sorry to your mother.”

Emily interrupted her, her voice eerily calm, “I don’t bla you.”

The mont the words fell, she suddenly gasped, her face turned pale as paper, cold sweat slipped down her cheek from her forehead.

She instinctively clutched her belly, only feeling a warm liquid slowly flowing down between her legs.

“Ah! Blood!” Evelyn Hanson scread, pointing at the hem of Emily’s dress.

The hospital room imdiately descended into chaos.

“Emily!” Carlos’s heart skipped a beat, all grudges and rights and wrongs were instantly thrown behind, as he rushed forward and scooped her up horizontally.

Emily struggled, trying to push him away, but she was utterly exhausted, could only let him carry her out the door.

“Quick, call a doctor.”

Carlos’s voice carried an unprecedented panic, his hands trembling as he held Emily, “Emily, hold on, you must hold on!”

Emily leaned against his chest, trying hard to stay conscious, only feeling the pain in her abdon growing more intense.

She closed her eyes, a tear slid down the corner of her eye, Carlos, why did we co to this point.

The red light of the operating room was lit once again, this ti, more piercing than ever.

A few hours later, a nurse walked out holding a swaddled infant, with a comforting smile: “Congratulations, it’s a healthy daughter.”

Carlos did not look at the child, Maria Carter eagerly took the child, looking at that wrinkled little face, her heart felt hollow, tears kept flowing down uncontrollably.

He asked, “Where’s Emily?”

The nurse’s face showed a hesitation: “The mother is still inside, the situation is quite complex. She doesn’t want to see you.”

Inside the operating room, Senior Sister Long held another child.

It was a boy, not as healthy as the girl, his lung developnt was not very good.

“I want to take him away.” Emily’s voice was light, frail from just giving birth, “The daughter…”

Emily’s eyes misted.

She felt sorry for the other child.

But she was unwilling to face Carlos, The Prescott anymore.

“I will take him to the best hospital for treatnt.” Emily looked at her son.

There was no ripple in her gaze, “Tell Carlos, from now on, he guards the daughter, I and The Carter Family, owe each other nothing.” She paused for a mont, adding, “Don’t tell anyone I had two children. Just… let this child never exist.”

She didn’t want her son to live under the shadow of “killer of mother’s daughter”, nor did she want her daughter to know she was “abandoned” by her mother.

This was the cleanest way she could think of.

Senior Sister Long looked at her resolute gaze, knowing that no words would be of help.

Evelyn Hanson held the baby boy, Emily, supported by Senior Sister Long, left the operating room through the safe exit.

The mont she stepped out of the hospital, it felt like a piece was carved out of her heart, the pain was suffocating.

She knew, what she was giving up wasn’t just her daughter, but everything she had with Carlos and The Prescott.