"Do you have to be so harsh?" Seraphina Sinclair glared at him defiantly. She indeed had thoughts about terminating her pregnancy but hadn’t decided yet.
"I’m just honestly informing you about your physical condition," Camille White packed away her portable dical kit and couldn’t help but add a few more words of advice, "This child really didn’t co at the right ti, but for your health, I hope you make a careful choice. Of course, if you truly want to remove her, I’ll do my best to help."
Seraphina Sinclair was deeply moved and nodded gently, "Okay, I understand."
Camille White was also feeling very heavy-hearted; he understood Seraphina Sinclair’s situation all too well. If it weren’t for the concern that Seraphina Sinclair’s body might be overwheld, he definitely would have suggested she terminate the pregnancy and cut all ties with Desmond Fairchild.
This reasoning was clear to him, and Seraphina Sinclair understood it as well.
But Seraphina Sinclair couldn’t be cruel-hearted, and Camille White worried about her health.
With Camille White as the family doctor, Seraphina Sinclair’s health gradually stabilized quite a bit. Who knows what he gave her to eat, but even her pregnancy symptoms improved significantly.
Although she still occasionally felt nauseous, at least she didn’t vomit after eating anymore.
As her condition improved greatly, Seraphina Sinclair suggested, "Camille, the baby is already almost four months old, and the fetal stability is basically assured. I think I can start working again, right?"
"If you want to work with a big belly, I don’t mind," Camille White looked at Seraphina Sinclair’s slightly protruding belly and couldn’t help but tease.
Seraphina Sinclair looked down and saw that her previously flat belly indeed had a curve now.
In just a month’s ti, how did it suddenly have a shape? Could it be that she’s been eating too well recently?
She tried on several sets of her usual office outfits, finding that none could hide the small bulge, although not big, it was indeed quite conspicuous and obvious.
This is not good!
She hadn’t considered this issue before and now suddenly realized it was much more severe than she imagined.
If she really wants to go to the company, wearing professional attire is a must. She can’t wear casual everyday clothing to work, can she? That would be inappropriate.
Could it be that if she wants to keep this child, she must temporarily put her career aside?
But as her belly grows day by day, she can’t avoid going out and seeing people either. Once she steps out the door, won’t everyone know Seraphina Sinclair is pregnant?
Not yet married, pregnant twice already; even though she doesn’t care much about these things, she doesn’t want the child in her belly to be called a fatherless bastard again.
For a mont, Seraphina Sinclair fell into a dilemma.
Back then, she suffered cold stares while she was pregnant with Jude Sinclair and went out to work. Although conditions have improved now, and she no longer needs to humble herself before others, or look at their faces, she still hopes to provide a complete family for her children.
If she can’t even provide that...
Giving birth to her would be a sin.
"What’s wrong?" Camille White nervously asked as Seraphina Sinclair’s expression suddenly darkened.
Seraphina Sinclair sighed, waved her hand, and said, "Nothing, I was just thinking. You’re right, work should be put aside for now, the child’s well-being is most important."
She said so, but does she really want to give birth to her?
Lying on the bed, Seraphina Sinclair once again fell into deep thought.
Should she tell Desmond Fairchild about this? After all, it’s his seed.
Ring ring ring...
The sudden ringing of the phone interrupted her thoughts. Glancing at the caller display, Seraphina Sinclair pressed the answer button, her voice a bit weak, "Senior, what’s up?"
"Seraphina, it’s almost the birthday of the girl I like recently. Do you have ti to help pick a gift? I figured girls would have a better understanding of what other girls like." The cheerful voice of Keith Hughes ca over the phone.
Seraphina Sinclair took a deep breath and apologized, "Sorry, senior. I’ve been a bit busy lately, so I might not have the ti."
"What’s wrong? You don’t sound right. Are you sick?" Realizing sothing was off with her tone, Keith Hughes couldn’t help but ask in concern.
"No such thing, I’m fine. Don’t worry." Seraphina Sinclair forced a smile with a guilty conscience; she couldn’t possibly tell Keith Hughes she needed to stay ho and nurture her pregnancy.
But Keith Hughes didn’t seem to hear her at all and said anxiously, "Wait for , I’ll co over to see you right away."
"Senior, I’m really fine, you don’t need to..."
Before Seraphina Sinclair could finish her sentence, the phone had already been hung up.
Keith Hughes knew her ho address, and he was definitely rushing over to her right now.
Seraphina Sinclair was amused and at a loss as to what to say.
Seeing she was still in pajamas, she had no choice but to get up and change clothes. To cover her protruding belly, she specifically chose a loose hoodie to wear.
She casually tied her hair into a bun, checked her appearance to ensure there was nothing amiss, and then wandered downstairs.
She didn’t expect Keith Hughes to arrive so quickly; as soon as she got downstairs, she saw Keith Hughes already sitting in her living room with a fruit basket and flowers.
The speed, must have been like arriving by rocket?
Noticing Seraphina Sinclair’s surprise, Keith Hughes smiled and said, "I happened to be near your ho when I called, planning to pick you up for a stroll, but didn’t expect you were sick."
"I see," Seraphina Sinclair suddenly realized and then waved her hand explaining, "Senior, I’m really not sick, you don’t need to buy so many things just for ."
Seraphina Sinclair walked towards the sofa while speaking. Her already slim figure was wearing a casual hoodie, paired with a cute bun, making her look youthful and vibrant. Who would think this was the mother of a six-year-old child? She could easily be mistaken for a high school girl.
Seeing Seraphina Sinclair dressed so casually was rare for Keith Hughes too, and he couldn’t resist complinting, "Indeed, senior sister is naturally beautiful, and looks stunning in anything."
Seraphina Sinclair blushed and smiled, "Thank you."
Won love complints, even if they’re not sincere; Seraphina Sinclair was no exception, and she almost smiled like a blooming flower with praise.
"By the way, I haven’t introduced you yet." Seraphina Sinclair pointed to Camille White and said to Keith Hughes, "This is Camille White, my godson."
Then she pointed to Jude Sinclair, with a touch of pride in her eyes, "This is my son, Jude Sinclair."
"Hi, I’m Keith Hughes." Keith Hughes extended his hand confidently toward Camille White.
Camille White shook his hand, nodding slightly, "Pleasure to et you."
"Mommy, is this the Uncle Hughes you ntioned before?" Jude Sinclair scrutinized Keith Hughes, his small hand touching his chin as if pondering sothing.
Keith Hughes was comfortable and straightforward, letting Jude Sinclair thoroughly examine him, even taking out a toy train from the basket and giving it to him, "It’s our first eting, and I didn’t know what Jude liked, so I just bought so random toy. Hope you like it."
Jude Sinclair held the toy train and nodded with satisfaction, "I like it a lot! Thank you, Uncle Hughes."
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