Chapter 3 Could it be you're pregnant without realizing it?

Mary was the maid Brittany had specifically assigned to attend to Amelia and Frederick, taking care of their daily needs. Mary would also regularly update Brittany on the couple's life. It caught Amelia off guard that Mary would remember her menstrual cycle so precisely. Evidently, she had reported quite a few details over time.

It was fortunate that the day she asked Frederick to come to sign the divorce papers, she had purposely sent Mary away. Otherwise, her secret might not have stayed hidden.

"Amelia, you've been so busy with work lately. Could it be that you're pregnant and haven't noticed? How about I go with you to get it checked out soon?" Brittany suggested.

Just as Brittany finished speaking, the servant noticed Frederick standing at the entrance of the dining room.

"Mr. Hastings, welcome back," the servant said, promptly adding a place setting and pulling out a chair for him.

Frederick took his seat, his deep, probing eyes fixed on Amelia. Pregnant? His thoughts immediately drifted back to a night the previous month. His expression grew serious as he considered the possibility.

Amelia pursed her lips, feeling the intense scrutiny from across the table. She took a deep breath to steady her emotions, fighting the guilt that made her afraid to meet Frederick's gaze.

Lately, the patient load in our department has been high, causing me a lot of stress. My menstrual cycle became irregular.

Yesterday, I had a colleague help me with a check-up. I'm not pregnant. Currently, I’m on medication to regulate things.

Amelia's voice was soft. She maintained her usual calm demeanor.

After she spoke, she lowered her head to sip her soup, masking her nervousness with a facade of serenity.

Hearing her denial, Frederick felt a strange emotion stirring within him.

However, he quickly reined in his feelings, his expression growing cold as he averted his gaze from the unsettling sentiment to look at Brittany, speaking softly.

"Grandma, did you want to see me about something?"

Brittany, upon hearing Amelia was not pregnant, felt deeply upset.

She glared at Frederick with displeasure and scolded him without regard for his dignity.

"If I didn't call you back, would you never bother to visit me?"

Frederick's brows rose slightly as he responded indifferently, "No."

With a cold huff, Brittany grabbed her cane from beside her, sweeping a glance at Frederick, and spoke in a stern voice.

"Come with me to the study."

Upon seeing this, Amelia paused, then quickly spoke up.

"You haven't eaten much yet."

Brittany's temper softened when she faced Amelia.

"The doctor advised me to eat less at night. Have some more. Frederick and I will just have a casual chat in the study."

Brittany patted Amelia on the shoulder and left the dining room, leaning on her cane.

Frederick rose from his seat with a cold face, shooting Amelia an icy glance before walking away.

Amelia pursed her lips, setting down her soup spoon as worry flickered in her eyes.

The study door was tightly shut.

Standing at the entrance, Amelia could still hear Brittany's forceful scolding.

"As long as I'm alive, you won't let that woman set foot in the Hastings family home!"

Amelia bit her lip, realizing the conversation involved Amber. She took a deep breath, intending to open the study door and urge Brittany to calm down, only to find the door swung open from the inside before she could touch the handle.

The chill from Frederick was palpable.

Amelia paused and looked up at the tall man before her.

He gazed down at her, his eyes frosty.

"Besides buttering up grandma and playing innocent, what other schemes have you prepared?"

Amelia was taken aback, a look of bewilderment and hurt in her striking eyes.

"I haven't done anything."

Seeing the change in her expression, Frederick felt an inexplicable irritation gnawing at him.

Brittany's furious voice echoed from inside the study.

"You messed up yourself, so why blame Amelia?" He furrowed his brows, his cold gaze flitting over Amelia before he strode away.

Seeing this, the housekeeper hurried into the study to check on Brittany's condition.

Amelia's hand, hanging by her side, clenched slightly. There was a sad look in her eyes.

Despite her efforts to conceal it, she forgot that someone would naturally gather the information Brittany wanted to know.

Frederick and Amber appeared at the hospital openly. Perhaps someone had already passed the message to Brittany by then.

Unfortunately, Frederick thought that it was Amelia who had snitched on Brittany.

Should the unloved one bear all the blame and suffering?

"Quick, come here, Mrs. Brittany has fainted!" a cry of alarm came from the study.

Amelia rushed into the study.

They reached the hospital.

After Brittany's condition stabilized, she was transferred to a regular room.

Amelia sat in a chair outside the hospital room, her heart aching as she recalled Frederick's icy eyes.

Suddenly, a shadow appeared before her.

Amelia looked up to see Frederick walking out of Brittany's room.

He looked down at her with a serious, indifferent expression.

"Grandmother wants to see you."

At his words, Amelia rose from her seat and walked toward Brittany's hospital room.

As her body brushed past the man, Frederick grabbed Amelia's arm. His cold voice resounded,

"Amelia, you've achieved your goal.

"Out of consideration for Grandmother's health, I won't divorce you for the time being, but don't get your hopes up that I will help the Davis family."

There was a flicker in Amelia's eyes as she looked up at Frederick, then she fell silent.

Frederick's deep eyes were very cold as he gazed at her slightly tearful and beautiful eyes. He felt Amelia's arm suddenly become hot.

With a grave face, he let go of Amelia's arm and looked away from her.

Amelia adjusted her emotions, knowing that Frederick had made up his mind about her guilt, and entered Brittany's hospital room without further explanation.

They would still get divorced, just not now.

She entered Brittany's room with a smile restored on her face.

"Grandma, are you feeling better?" Brittany weakly lifted her hand, and Amelia immediately stepped forward, took her hand, and sat down in the chair beside her.

"Amelia, I know you have been wronged over the years. You are such a good kid. It's all my fault for being too selfish and holding you back in life. When the Hastings family fell on hard times, only the Davis family was willing to lend a hand. Knowing your affection for Frederick, I took the opportunity to push forward your marriage with him."

Brittany's voice was tinged with weariness. Her wrinkled eyes were slightly red with emotion.

As Amelia listened to Brittany's words, her feelings were incredibly mixed.

Wiping a tear from the corner of her eye, Brittany spoke with a sense of helplessness, "Amber isn't as gentle and generous as she appears on the surface. When the Hastings family was in trouble, she fled the country. To this day, Frederick is still deceived by her facade, and he has misunderstood you for so many years."