Chapter 6 Are You Pregnant?

The doctor friend arrived quickly, carrying a first aid kit borrowed from the emergency room.

"Dr. Harold, what should we do?"

"Just give her a fever-reducing shot."

Harold took out the medicine from the box, drew it into a syringe, flicked the syringe with his finger, and prepared to inject.

"Wait!" Claire leaned over worriedly, "Can you actually do this? Aren't you an orthopedic doctor..."

That comment successfully earned her an eye roll from her friend.

"Then do you want to do it?"

Claire immediately shut up, grinning like a puppy, gesturing "please" to him.

As the needle touched the unconscious Madison's arm, Claire somehow muttered from behind: "She kept wanting to throw up today. Is that a side effect of the fever? I wonder if she'll feel better after the shot."

Hearing this, Harold stopped and turned to ask her:

"Kept wanting to throw up?"

"Yeah, she wanted to throw up when arguing with her husband. I saw from outside the door that she even slapped her husband. That scene was so intense, wow, my girl is really something!"

Harold immediately frowned, murmuring: "Vomiting, mood swings..."

Two seconds later, Harold put the syringe away, took out an empty syringe and rubber tourniquet, and tied it around Madison's arm.

"I might really need to call a doctor from another department to check on your friend."

At these words, even the slow-witted Claire realized something was wrong.

"You, you mean?"

"Let's do a blood test first. She can't just take any medication in her current condition. I'll send the blood back to the hospital for urgent testing."

Two hours later, Madison finally woke up again.

Claire, who had been keeping watch beside her, quickly leaned over and helped her sit up.

"Why didn't you tell me you were pregnant? Do you know how dangerous your situation is right now!"

Before she finished speaking, the door was pushed open.

Alexander walked in, picking up where Claire left off, "What's so dangerous?"

He had just finished dealing with Savannah's matter when he received Claire's sarcastic phone call telling him to hurry back. As he reached the door, he vaguely heard the word "dangerous."

"I..."

Claire didn't know whether she should tell him about Madison's condition. The couple seemed to still be in a fight.

Madison was pregnant - such important news shouldn't come from her, an outsider, right?

When neither of them spoke, Alexander lost his patience and walked over to grab Madison's arm.

"Forget it, I'm not asking anymore. I don't think you'll say anything pleasant today anyway. Let's just go to the hospital."

"No need, it's just a fever and dizziness, no need to go to the hospital." Madison quietly pulled her hand away from his grasp.

She knew her own situation well - if she went to the hospital, she wouldn't be able to hide it anymore.

This response sounded fairly normal. It seemed Madison wasn't planning to fight anymore. Alexander decided to have a proper talk with her.

Alexander pulled over a stool from the vanity and sat down, leaning back casually with his arms crossed, looking up slightly at Madison.

This casual posture somehow made his commanding presence even stronger.

"Have you calmed down? Tell me, why are you so upset?"

Was he still holding a grudge about earlier?

Madison silently complained in her mind, but accidentally said her thoughts out loud: "Why aren't you keeping Savannah company? What are you doing here looking for validation?"

Great, she was being annoying again.

Madison's temper today exceeded the past three years combined. But oddly enough, Alexander had the rare patience to explain to her.

"Are you upset about that phone call?"

"Savannah rear-ended a car and didn't dare call her family, so she called me crying."

"It was urgent, I couldn't just leave her. She... has done me a favor."

Was this his explanation?

But Madison didn't want to hear it and cut him off directly, "I don't want to hear about things between you two. It has nothing to do with me anyway—"

Before she finished, that overwhelming nausea hit her again.

Afraid of throwing up on her friend's bed, she quickly leaned toward the edge of the bed, but accidentally ended up on Alexander's lap, and his scent immediately enveloped her.

That familiar smell miraculously soothed Madison, and the nausea receded like a tide.

Madison forced herself to sit up straight, wiped the tears from the corner of her eyes, and glared at Alexander with effort.

"Can you please leave already? Just looking at you makes me want to throw up."

Such hurtful words, yet they didn't stir even a ripple in Alexander's eyes.

Because suddenly, he had a bold guess.

"Madison, are you pregnant?"

Otherwise, why would her emotions change so drastically, and why would she keep wanting to vomit? This was very unusual.

Madison's breathing stopped for a moment.

In this situation, any more excuses would only increase his suspicion. Rather than let him suspect, she might as well say something harsh to drive him away.

"Even if I am, I'll get rid of it without hesitation. Don't worry, I won't let me or my child have any chance of disturbing your time together. Are you satisfied with that answer?"

Madison's words were indeed a heavy blow to Alexander.

After a moment of silence, Alexander said: "You have so much energy for harsh words, seems like nothing's seriously wrong. Since you're fine, stop acting so sickly. There's an auction gala tomorrow that needs you to show up and play along with me."

Madison understood what he meant.

Although they had signed the divorce papers, the divorce process couldn't be completed in such a short time. In the public eye and legally, they were still husband and wife.

At tomorrow's auction, he couldn't let Savannah appear as his partner legitimately, so he needed her, his soon-to-be ex-wife.

He really... loved Savannah so deeply!

Madison's hand under the blanket clenched into a tight fist.

Damn it, this hurts so much. Her chest felt so tight, she could barely breathe.

After a moment of silence, she turned to look out the window and asked: "After the auction ends, can I leave your world?"

Madison didn't dare look at Alexander's expression or his eyes.

She was afraid that in those deep, pool-like eyes, she would see something even more hurtful. But this reaction, in Alexander's eyes, showed that her disgust could no longer be hidden.

He said nothing.

Whether it was taken as agreement or avoidance didn't matter.

Madison understood his silence and suddenly gave a bitter smile. Still not turning back, her voice noticeably louder than before:

"I promise you, I'll show up at the auction on time tomorrow."