Chapter 6

Sophia Bennett POV

The constant high-pressure work and emotional collapse made my body send out a warning.

For several days in a row, I felt nauseous, kept retching, and had no strength at all.

After I went to the hospital for an exam, the doctor handed me an ultrasound report with a gentle smile on her face. “Congratulations, Miss Bennett. You’re six weeks pregnant. But your body is very weak, and there are signs of a threatened miscarriage, so you must rest and keep your mood stable.”

I was pregnant.

I looked at the gestational sac on the ultrasound report, only the size of a soybean, and tears fell without warning.

I had waited for this child for three years.

On countless intimate nights, Ethan Whitmore had once kissed my earlobe and said, “Sophia, have a child for me, one as beautiful as you.”

Now, the child had finally come.

A faint, weak hope suddenly appeared in the depths of my dried-up heart.

Maybe the arrival of this child could make Ethan Whitmore come to his senses.

Maybe, for the sake of the child, he would stop this ridiculous farce.

I carefully tucked the ultrasound report close to my body and took a cab back to the villa.

When I pushed open the door, the living room was filled with the rich scent of roses.

Ethan Whitmore was directing the housekeepers as they decorated the dining room, and expensive red wine and Vanessa’s favorite French desserts were laid out on the table.

When he saw me come back, Ethan immediately frowned. “Why are you back? Didn’t I tell you to stay at your parents’ place for the next few days? Vanessa performed very well at the summit today, and I’m celebrating for her. Your being here will affect her mood.”

My heart sank little by little, but I still took a deep breath and walked up to him.

“Ethan Whitmore, I have something to tell you. It’s very important.” My hand tightly gripped the ultrasound report in my pocket.

“Whatever it is, say it tomorrow.” Ethan interrupted me impatiently and glanced at his watch. “Vanessa will be done with her shower and downstairs any minute.”

“Just one minute!” I anxiously grabbed his sleeve. “Ethan, I…”

“Sophia, are you two arguing?”

On the stairs, Vanessa wore a silk nightgown, her face pale as she held onto the railing, looking like she might collapse at any moment.

“Vanessa, why did you come down by yourself?” Ethan immediately shook off my hand, strode up the stairs, and scooped Vanessa into his arms.

“I heard Sophia’s voice and was afraid she was angry with me…” Vanessa leaned in Ethan’s arms, then suddenly clutched her chest in pain and gasped hard. “Ethan… my chest hurts so much… I can’t breathe…”

Ethan’s face changed drastically, and he roared at the housekeepers, “Get her medicine! Bring the car around to go to the hospital!”

He rushed downstairs holding Vanessa, and when he passed me, I instinctively blocked him for a moment. “Ethan, listen to me. I’m pregnant…”

“Get out of the way!”

Ethan’s eyes were bloodshot, and he shoved me away hard.

“Sophia, do you even have a heart?! Vanessa is having an episode, and you’re still here fighting for attention out of jealousy! If anything happens to Vanessa, I’ll never let you off!”

I stumbled back several steps from the shove and slammed hard into the solid marble coffee table.

The ultrasound report fell out of my pocket and drifted to the floor.

Ethan did not even glance at it and rushed out the front door like a gust of wind with Vanessa in his arms.

His hurried footsteps ruthlessly stepped over that ultrasound report, leaving a dark muddy footprint on it.

I collapsed to the floor, and a faint sinking pain spread through my lower abdomen.

I stared blankly at the dirty ultrasound report on the floor and suddenly felt that my earlier attempt to use the child to win him back had been so stupid it was laughable.