Chapter 4 Are You Pregnant?

Kean's voice was ice-cold, heavy with accusation and possessiveness.

Marina looked up and met his gloomy eyes. Her heart remained completely calm, and she even found it somewhat amusing.

She subtly shifted her body to avoid Ethan's hand, then slowly straightened up.

Ethan stood up too, his gaze steady as he looked back, completely unfazed by Kean's intimidating presence.

"What are you doing here?" Marina's voice was even colder than Kean's. "Where's Ms. Lewis? Shouldn't you be taking good care of her instead of coming here to question me?"

She paused, then turned to Ethan with a slightly softer tone. "Dr. Gray, thank you for today."

That one "Dr. Gray" both clarified his identity and drew a clear boundary.

Kean's expression shifted as he finally noticed the white coat Ethan was wearing.

So he was a doctor.

But even so, seeing another man being so gentle and considerate toward his wife made the anger in his chest impossible to suppress.

"Marina," Kean stepped forward, trying to take her hand, his tone unconsciously softening. "I'm worried about you. You look terrible—what's wrong?"

He assumed she was still angry about Claire and deliberately found a man to spite him.

This little tantrum—he could just coax her out of it.

Marina recoiled from his touch in disgust, taking a step back.

"It's nothing, just low blood sugar," she said flatly. "No need for your concern."

Kean's frown deepened. He didn't like this distant, cold version of her.

He forcefully grabbed her wrist and said in a low voice, "Come home with me."

Then, with a warning glance at Ethan, he pulled Marina toward the exit.

Marina didn't resist, letting him drag her along.

There was no point arguing with him now.

Ethan watched their retreating figures, a trace of concern flickering in his deep eyes.

The atmosphere in the car was suffocatingly oppressive.

Kean gripped the steering wheel, wanting to speak several times but not knowing what to say.

He stole glances at Marina through the rearview mirror. She just quietly gazed out the window, her profile cold and unfamiliar.

Unable to hold back any longer, he spoke first. "Marina, I was wrong at the hospital today. I'll handle it properly. Don't be angry anymore, okay?"

He thought she was still throwing a tantrum, his voice carrying a coaxing tone.

Marina acted as if she hadn't heard, still watching the rapidly retreating streetscape outside.

Kean grew irritated and raised his voice. "What exactly do you want from me? Who was that doctor? Did you know him before?"

Just then, Kean's phone rang at the worst possible moment, with "Claire" displayed on the screen.

He glanced at it irritably and hung up directly.

But within seconds, the phone stubbornly rang again.

Kean's expression grew darker.

"Answer it," Marina finally spoke, her voice as calm as stagnant water. "What if something happened to her because I pushed her? I can't take that responsibility."

Her tone was impossible to read, yet it pierced Kean's heart like a needle.

He hesitated, then answered the call.

"Kean..." Claire's tearful voice came through the speaker. "The doctor says my pregnancy is unstable, there's a risk of miscarriage... I'm so scared... Can you come stay with me?"

Kean instinctively glanced at Marina.

Marina's face showed no expression. She even pulled her lips into a faint, almost mocking smile. "Go ahead. She's all alone at the hospital, poor thing. Just drop me off at the intersection ahead—I'll take a cab home."

The more understanding she appeared, the more suffocated Kean felt.

He sensed something was very wrong with Marina today, but couldn't quite put his finger on what.

In the end, he still pulled over, his voice carrying a barely detectable trace of guilt. "I'll just get her settled in her room, then I'll come right home."

"Okay." Marina unbuckled her seatbelt, pushed open the door, and got out with decisive, clean movements, without a trace of reluctance.

Watching the Maybach turn around and drive away resolutely, the smile vanished instantly from Marina's face.

She stood by the roadside, the cold wind lifting her hair, her eyes completely cold.

She didn't call a cab. Instead, she slowly walked home.

Back home, Marina went straight upstairs to the study and opened Kean's computer.

The password was her birthday. How ironic.

She opened the banking software and logged into their joint account.

In three years of marriage, she'd never checked the account because she trusted him unconditionally.

But now, those lines of transaction records were like slaps in the face, hitting her hard one after another.

Jewelry, designer bags, upscale restaurants... Each expense clearly documented the traces of his affair.

And the most glaring one was from a week ago.

A transfer of five million dollars. The recipient's name was Claire.

So what he gave his mistress was far more than just a platinum bag.

Marina stared at that number, her fingers tightening inch by inch, nails digging deep into her palm. The last bit of warmth in her heart was completely extinguished by these cold numbers.

Very good, Kean.

This was all evidence.

She took out her phone and photographed these transfer records page by page, then calmly cleared her login traces and shut down the computer.

After finishing all this, she felt as if all her strength had been drained.

Her stomach suddenly churned violently. She covered her mouth and rushed to the bathroom.

She bent over the toilet, retching miserably until she thought she'd vomit up bile.

Tears from the physical strain blurred her vision, and her stomach burned with pain.

Just then, the bathroom door suddenly opened.

Kean stood in the doorway, looking at her disheveled state, his brow furrowed tightly. He still carried the smell of hospital disinfectant—clearly he'd just come from Claire's side.

"What's wrong?" He stepped forward, wanting to pat her back.

Marina dodged his hand and stood up, supporting herself against the wall, then rinsed her mouth.

Kean looked at her pale face, remembering that she'd also been to the obstetrics department today. A thought suddenly shot through his mind, and his heart skipped a beat.

He stepped forward and gripped her shoulders, his eyes sharp as they bore into hers, his voice carrying urgency and uncertainty.

"You went to the hospital today... Marina, are you pregnant?"