Enna Clark was still holding an apple, ready to peel it for Old Master Lawrence. But as soon as she heard those words, the apple in her hand fell to the ground.
Her lips trembled slightly, as if desperately trying to suppress her emotions, but she couldn’t quite control them, "Grandpa... what did you just say?"
"You’ve been resting well lately?" Old Master Lawrence didn’t understand why she reacted so strongly to his words.
Enna Clark’s lips quivered, her hand gripping the fabric of her pants on her knees, trying hard to remain calm, "No, Grandpa, the next sentence."
"Next sentence?"
Old Master Lawrence noticed her hands on her knees and saw the veins standing out on the back of her hand, a hint of speculation in his wise eyes, "Didn’t Baron tell you about your pregnancy?"
Didn’t Baron tell you about your pregnancy?
The conclusive words hit her heart like a heavy blow.
Enna Clark’s heartstrings were in turmoil, and her eyes became flustered.
Was she pregnant?
And even the Old Master knew about it!
She suddenly recalled those small details she’d been puzzled about this morning.
For instance, Baron Lawrence had recently developed a habit of touching her stomach, and how he would always ’unintentionally’ hand her loose clothes he used to call ugly. Not to mention Gigi and Bobby, the two little ones, who had started ganging up on her to drink a glass of milk every morning...
Everyone knew, except her, she didn’t know she was pregnant.
Enna Clark’s heart suddenly constricted—
Why didn’t Baron Lawrence tell her?
She suddenly remembered the situation when she was pregnant with Gigi before.
Her heartbeat accelerated...
Was it because Baron Lawrence wanted to wait until the little bun in her belly could be gender-tested to see if it was a boy or girl, and if it were a girl, he’d quietly terminate the pregnancy without her knowing? But if it were a boy, then he’d tell her she was pregnant.
Enna Clark’s bones suddenly felt cold, as if a hole had been opened in her heart, letting the wind chill her to the core!
"He never told me, I didn’t know..." Enna Clark didn’t even know how she managed to make a sound, she just felt her throat was incredibly dry. Her neck felt like it was being invisibly strangled, making every word painfully difficult. She looked at Old Master Lawrence, suddenly grabbing his arm, nervously asking, "Grandpa, do you know how long I’ve been pregnant?"
She remembered last time when Baron Lawrence secretly tested for Gigi’s gender, it was when she was a month and a half pregnant, and he seemed to have found a method that hadn’t been publicly announced but was already in research. It could determine the baby’s gender through the pH value of the mother’s blood. It had an accuracy of 70%!
Old Master Lawrence saw her face turn ashen, devoid of any color, and her hand gripping his arm uncontrollably trembled. He already privately regretted bringing up the pregnancy, but Baron Lawrence hadn’t told him that he hadn’t informed Enna about the pregnancy. He assumed Enna already knew. Now faced with this situation and Enna’s relentless questioning, he could only go with the facts he knew, "About a month."
A month!
Enna Clark abruptly released Old Master Lawrence’s hand, slumping onto the sofa, lost in thought.
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