Secretly Married for 4 Years, He Regrets to Tears After the Divorce Chapter 56: I’m Pregnant

Wren Sutton saw the barely contained rage in Adrian Lancaster’s cold eyes, and the oppressive feeling was overwhelming.

She stood her ground, eting his gaze with unwavering eyes, showing not a hint of fear.

"Adrian..." Maya Marshall broke the silence. Her voice was weak, her face stained with tears as she pretended to faint.

Adrian Lancaster rushed over to steady her, his eyes filled with concern. "Are you hurt?"

Maya Marshall pressed her face against his chest, her small hands clutching his shirt as she sobbed pitifully.

"My foot hurts a little. I think I sprained my ankle."

Adrian Lancaster looked up, his sharp, hawk-like gaze landing on Wren Sutton, cold and piercing.

"Apologize."

Swallowing her heart-wrenching pain, Wren Sutton spoke coldly, her disappointnt palpable. "I did nothing wrong."

Adrian Lancaster’s face darkened. "I saw the whole thing with my own eyes. Are you still going to argue?"

"Are you sure you saw the *whole* thing?"

"Are you trying to pick a fight with ?"

Wren Sutton’s expression remained unchanged. "We’ll see who’s picking a fight. There’s a security cara in the hallway. We can just check the footage."

Adrian Lancaster’s jaw tightened. He had lost his patience. "Just apologize."

’Just apologize.’

Those two simple words were like a thousand-pound stone, crashing into Wren Sutton and tearing open her already scarred heart.

A chill seeped into her bones. Her chest filled with a bitter ache. Wren Sutton couldn’t count how many tis she had felt this utterly disheartened.

She took a deep breath, her slightly trembling fingers curling into fists as she forced herself not to give in.

"I’ll say it again: I did nothing wrong."

Wren Sutton refused to apologize.

Adrian Lancaster’s face grew even tighter, his complexion turning ashen with rage.

The atmosphere was fraught with tension.

Just then, Maya Marshall spoke up with feigned understanding. "If she doesn’t want to apologize, then forget it. I don’t bla her. It’s just my foot..."

Since she’d said that, Adrian Lancaster slowly withdrew his gaze, no longer pressing Wren Sutton.

"Try to see if you can walk."

Maya Marshall lifted her foot with difficulty and shook her head, her expression pained.

"I can’t. It hurts."

"I’ll take you to the hospital to get an X-ray."

Adrian Lancaster scooped Maya Marshall into his arms, turned, and left without a single glance at Wren Sutton.

Wren Sutton didn’t look at him either. She turned her head and closed her eyes, only opening them when the sound of his footsteps had faded away.

She let out a long breath and unclenched her fists as the mist in her eyes gradually cleared.

Isla Griffith’s heart was heavy. She felt useless. She had ant to stand up for her best friend, but she had only ended up making things worse for her.

"I should have just kept my mouth shut. I’m sorry."

"It’s not your fault. You didn’t do anything wrong either. It was Maya Marshall who was being unreasonable," Wren Sutton comforted her.

But Isla Griffith still felt guilty.

After what had happened, neither of the friends was in the mood to continue watching the show. They left early and went to a quiet bar.

Unlike the passionate chaos of a nightclub, the quiet bar was more like a peaceful harbor in the city, soothing weary passersby.

Under the warm lights, a singer on stage strumd a guitar and sang softly. The simple folk song was like a slowly flowing river, relaxed and pleasant.

A bookshelf and a flower stand in the corner filled the space with an artistic, literary atmosphere.

Wren Sutton and Isla Griffith sat at a table near the bookshelf, gazing at the stage, srized by the folk music.

In front of them were glasses of juice and a fruit platter; they hadn’t ordered any alcohol.

When the singer finished a song, Wren Sutton pulled her gaze away from the stage, picked up her glass, and took a few sips of juice through her straw.

Isla Griffith also snapped out of her reverie.

Just then, she rembered the secret Wren Sutton had ntioned on the phone.

"I almost forgot to ask. You said you had sothing to tell when we t. What was it?"

Wren Sutton put down her juice, her mood growing heavy.

"I’m pregnant."

"!!!"

"I only found out yesterday myself. Besides you, I don’t dare tell anyone, not even my mom."

Isla Griffith understood Wren Sutton’s predicant. "Does Adrian Lancaster know?"

Wren Sutton shook her head.

’If they weren’t getting a divorce, she would have told him imdiately.’

"I’ve managed to deceive him for now. He won’t get suspicious anyti soon."

Isla Griffith was silent for a mont, her expression grave. "This baby... has co at a really bad ti."

Wren Sutton didn’t argue; she felt the sa way.

’Of all the tis it could have happened, it had to be during the divorce cooling-off period. It was giving her a massive headache.’

The matter was serious. Isla Griffith asked tentatively, but directly, "So, are you planning to keep the baby?"

That was exactly what Wren Sutton was agonizing over.

Only a day had passed. Compared to her decisive clarity the previous night, she was now starting to waver. The longer she waited, the more conflicted she beca, and the harder it was to make a decision.

"I haven’t completely made up my mind yet."

’After all, it was a living being, connected to her heart, bone of her bone and flesh of her flesh. It was impossible not to feel any attachnt.’

’Adrian Lancaster is the scumbag. The baby is innocent.’

Besides, Wren Sutton wasn’t child-free by choice. She had traditional values and had always wanted a child of her own.

Isla Griffith said, "It’s better to rip the band-aid off now. If you want to make a clean break from Adrian Lancaster, you should get an abortion."

"I’m definitely going to divorce him and make a clean break." Wren Sutton’s resolve on the divorce hadn’t wavered.

"In that case, you should terminate the pregnancy. Don’t think I’m being cruel; I’m saying this for your own good."

Isla Griffith analyzed the situation with earnest gravity.

"You’re still young, you have your whole life ahead of you. Wait until you et a man who truly loves you, start a new family, and have a child then. It would be better for both you and the child."

It wasn’t entirely without reason. Wren Sutton propped her head in her hand, her heart in even greater turmoil.

Isla Griffith understood the painful struggle in Wren Sutton’s heart and didn’t press her to make an imdiate decision.

"Go ho, calm down, and think it over carefully. Whatever you decide, I’ll support you."

Wren Sutton humd in agreent, her heart a tangle of emotions.

The two of them sat in silence for a while longer. After finishing another folk song and their juice, they got up to leave the bar.

As they neared the exit, Wren Sutton happened to turn her head and caught a glimpse of a familiar back.

She stopped and looked several tis, realizing the person was none other than Lucia Lancaster.

Right then, Lucia Lancaster was sitting alone, downing one drink after another.

Worried, Wren Sutton walked over without a second thought.

Empty bottles lay strewn across the table where a drunken Lucia Lancaster was slumped over.

A worried expression on her face, Wren Sutton took the glass from her hand.

"Lucia, you can’t drink anymore."

Lucia Lancaster looked up with blurry, drunken eyes and mumbled, "Give back my glass."

With Isla Griffith’s help, Wren Sutton pulled Lucia Lancaster up from her seat.

"Lucia, you’re drunk. I’ll take you ho."

Lucia Lancaster swayed unsteadily, unable to even see who was holding her up. "I’m not drunk! Let go of ! I can still drink."

Wren Sutton coaxed her patiently, "Lucia, be good. Let’s go ho."

Wren Sutton and Isla Griffith half-carried Lucia Lancaster to the bar’s entrance, but a security guard rushed out to block their path, questioning their relationship with Lucia.

Wren Sutton answered truthfully, "I’m her sister-in-law."

The guard was skeptical and tried to get confirmation from Lucia, but she was completely out of it, having long lost her senses. She mumbled nonsensically, "I don’t know them."

After saying that, she passed out.

Now the guard was even more reluctant to let Wren Sutton take her away, not unless Wren could provide proof that she was indeed Lucia Lancaster’s sister-in-law.