Chloe Miller was taken aback. "You... you’re going to get an abortion?"
I nodded. "Clara Langley probably already knows I’m pregnant. Her coming to the company today wasn’t just to test ..."
’Perhaps it was more of a threat.’
’A threat to stop from pulling any more tricks with the divorce.’
’Right now, she’s desperate to get engaged to Theodore Grant, so her child can shed the label of ’bastard’ and have a legitimate status!’
’Even though, at this mont, I felt the sa way she did—we both wanted to get our hands on the divorce certificate as soon as possible!’
Chloe, however, couldn’t quite bear the thought.
Like , she had long since accepted this child in her heart and was already eagerly anticipating its arrival...
"How about we wait a little longer? Didn’t you ask Senior Forrest to help you look into that maid? I think we should just wait. Let’s see what happens after we find her!"
I felt a wave of helplessness. "And what happens after we find the maid? Regardless of whether that man was sent by Vincent Lombard and Clara Langley, I can’t keep this child..."
"But what if..." Chloe grew anxious, racking her brain for words. Then, as if a lightbulb went off, she said, "But what if the man from that night was Master Forrest?! Then you could get married because of the baby!"
"Don’t be ridiculous." I pursed my lips. "You can’t joke about things like that."
"I’m not joking!" Chloe said urgently. "Didn’t you tell that Sebastian Forrest was at the banquet that day too? If he saw you in trouble, he would’ve definitely helped..."
"Impossible."
"Why not?"
"If it were him, he would have admitted it when I spoke to him today. Why would he keep hiding it from ?"
Chloe had no reply to that.
"Alright, let’s not worry about this for now." I struggled to compose myself, trying my best to keep my voice from trembling. "I’m going to book the abortion procedure now, see what the earliest available ti is..."
"Okay..."
After hanging up with Chloe, I couldn’t help but stroke my lower abdon, a bitter lump forming in my throat.
"Baby, Mommy is so sorry. Please co back and be Mommy’s baby next ti, okay?"
A few teardrops fell onto my black casual pants, spreading into dark patches before quickly disappearing...
...
Ultimately, I scheduled the abortion online for three days from now.
Chloe, afraid I’d be left to my own dark thoughts, simply packed a suitcase and moved in to stay with .
The next morning, right after I finished washing up, I suddenly received a text ssage. It was from Sebastian Forrest.
[Do you have ti today? I’ll take you to see the voice acting company.]
I was taken aback for a mont. Only then did I rember that Sebastian Forrest had just ntioned this to yesterday. I just hadn’t expected it to be so soon.
[I have ti.]
After replying, I kept staring at my phone, waiting for Sebastian Forrest’s response.
But dozens of seconds passed, and still no reply ca.
Just when I was thinking that Sebastian Forrest had probably only asked casually, the doorbell suddenly rang.
"I’ll get the door!" Chloe slid over to the entrance.
The door opened to reveal Sebastian Forrest standing there in a black trench coat.
"Master Forrest? Here to see Chelsea?" Chloe asked with a wide grin.
Sebastian Forrest smiled and nodded, but his gaze remained fixed on . "Ready? Shall we go?"
"Where are we going? Where are we going?" Chloe asked, her face full of excitent.
But before I could answer, Sebastian Forrest spoke up. "I registered a voice acting company near my office a while ago, but I haven’t found the right person to manage it. Since Chelsea has the ti now, I was hoping she could go over and help out."
Chloe’s eyes lit up as she looked at Sebastian Forrest. She couldn’t help but turn to look at , but when her gaze fell on my slightly swollen belly, the smile on her face sohow faded, and she didn’t say another word.
"Would Miss Miller like to co along?" Sebastian Forrest extended the invitation.
"Sure! I’ll go with Chelsea."
...
Soon, the car stopped in front of the Military Technology Corporation.
Sebastian Forrest instructed Henry Paxton to accompany us, then went into the company to attend to his work.
Chloe and I followed Henry Paxton toward the voice acting studio next door.
"Chelsea, I’m sure of it, Master Forrest is totally into you!" Chloe said in a low voice. "You can’t hide it when you like soone. You can cover your mouth, but the feelings will just spill out of your eyes!"
"Haven’t you ever noticed the way Master Forrest looks at you? If a man ever looked at like that, I’d go through fire and water to be with him!"
"There you go again," I said, exasperated. "I’ve told you, it’s absolutely impossible between us..."
’Leaving aside whether we even like each other, the gap in our social status is just too wide to cross.’
"You were hesitant before because you wanted to have the baby. But now you’re getting the abortion, right? Once the child is gone and you’ve divorced Theodore Grant, you’ll be single again. All those obstacles will vanish!"
"Chloe..."
"Okay, okay, okay, I won’t say any more." Chloe, looking frustrated, made a zipping motion across her lips. "Muting myself."
I shook my head with a wry smile, then composed myself and followed Henry Paxton on a tour of the place.
I have to admit, when it cos to the voice acting industry, Sebastian Forrest is a complete amateur.
I looked at the top-of-the-line recording equipnt, worth tens of millions, and couldn’t help but wince at the expense on his behalf.
Even a top-ranked dostic studio like Wind-Whisper didn’t have equipnt of this caliber, let alone such a complete set. Even the best international voice acting companies would be hard-pressed to assemble a collection this comprehensive.
As I glanced around, the audio equipnt alone was worth tens of millions.
Although Chloe couldn’t appraise the gear, she had picked up a thing or two from being around , so she knew this equipnt had to be incredibly expensive.
Just as her eyes were shining and she was fiddling with each piece of equipnt, the phone in my pocket suddenly vibrated.
—It was an unknown number.
I hung up without a second thought.
But the caller was persistent and imdiately called back.
I pursed my lips slightly before finally pressing the answer button. "Hello..."
"Chelsea Joyce, you bitch! Did you say sothing to Master Forrest?!"
Listening to Clara Langley’s furious curses erupting from the phone, my brow furrowed. "Are you insane? If you’re sick, go to a psychiatric hospital. Stop barking at !"
"Stop playing dumb!" Clara Langley sneered, her voice dripping with resentnt. "You must have said sothing to Master Forrest, didn’t you? Otherwise, how could he possibly use the Forrest Family’s connections to have all my endorsents pulled?! He even got blacklisted from high-end luxury endorsents!"
’A faint smile touched my lips. Such a blatant display of wealth and power, a move that struck right at the heart of the matter... this had to be Sebastian Forrest’s doing.’
"What if it was? What if it wasn’t?"
"Don’t you get complacent!" Clara Langley practically spat through gritted teeth. "Chelsea Joyce, just you wait until I beco the Young Madam of the Grant Family. When that day cos, I’ll make sure you’re kicked out of Kington!"
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