Chapter Forty
A pregnant doctor could be a threat?
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Emmi Parker’s Point of View
“Is it bad that I am terrified of saying this?”
Moyi chuckled at the words that escaped my mouth, amused. From the look of her face, it looked like the woman was enjoying every second of this. “Are you telling me that you are more terrified of telling a piece of good news, but act all stone-b***h and monotone when you tell someone that it is their last day to live? or that they can't walk?”
“I have never said those words.” I frowned.
There are still things that needed to be verified, but I really think that I am with a child. My hands were holding my stomach. It was still small, and not even to the point where its heart is ready to beat. Even still, I feel like I was already carrying someone heavy.
