Chapter 122
"James, this isn't over." I looked him in the eye. "If you don't get to the bottom of this news thing, then I'll investigate it myself. And when I find out something, if I end up hurting someone, don't blame me."
"Same goes for you - if you investigate, no matter what you find, you can't hide it."
He nodded. "Okay."
Amelia stood to the side, still quietly sobbing.
I glanced at her, and she immediately lowered her head, but not before I caught that flash of hatred in her eyes.
She must be thinking right now about how to get rid of me and sweep this whole thing under the rug.
A cold smile crossed my lips.
Even if I'm going to die, I'm dragging Amelia down to hell with me.
For the upcoming period, I went to the hospital whenever I had time.
I came at random times, but oddly enough, I ran into James every single time.
I didn't care what he was thinking. As long as he didn't talk to me first, I wouldn't bother with him either.
Even when he did talk to me, I ignored him. I'd just chat with Indigo for a bit and leave.
He always said he'd give me a ride, but I never even looked at him. He didn't push it, though.
What puzzled me was that Amelia hadn't shown up even once. That was weird.
If she knew I was spending time with James, how could she just sit still?
Was she cooking up some new scheme?
That day, I came to the hospital to keep Indigo company as usual.
Amelia showed up today, too. She walked in carrying a thermos.
"Sophia, you've worked so hard taking care of Indigo. I had the housekeeper make some soup. Try it."
As she spoke, she opened the thermos and held it out to me.
I shifted my gaze from the thermos in her hands to her face. "Did you put something in it?"
"Sophia, how would hurting you benefit me? How can you think that of me?"
"Amelia, there's no one else here. You don't need to put on an act for me."
Amelia laughed. "Sophia, sometimes you're just too smart. But being too smart makes people hate you."
"Yes, I did put poison in it."
She actually just admitted it.
What the hell was she trying to do?
Her hand moved to her stomach. "You're wondering what I'm up to, aren't you?"
I frowned slightly, feeling like something was off.
Taking advantage of my distraction, she grabbed my hand. "Sophia, I came here today specifically to apologize to you. If you're upset, just hit me."
I didn't move, but she fell to the ground anyway. The soup from the thermos spilled on her legs, and she screamed even more dramatically.
"Amelia!" James rushed in and crouched down to check on her.
"Sophia, what are you standing there for? Go get a doctor."
I pressed the call button by Indigo's bed.
The doctor came quickly.
They helped Amelia onto the couch.
"James, my stomach doesn't feel right." As soon as Amelia sat down, she clutched her belly.
The doctor did a basic examination. But his brow furrowed.
Amelia's eyes reddened. "Doctor, what's wrong? Do I have some serious illness?"
"No." The doctor withdrew his hand and pulled out a pen. "I'll write you a test order. Go get checked out so I can confirm."
He quickly wrote out a form and handed it to Amelia.
When Amelia saw "Obstetrics and Gynecology," she froze. "OB-GYN?"
"Doctor, am I...?"
"Don't ask yet. Go do the test first, then I'll take another look."
Amelia looked to James for help. "James, can you come with me?"
James glanced at me.
I showed no expression.
"Okay."
James went with Amelia for the test.
I stayed alone in the hospital room.
I don't know why, but my stomach felt uncomfortable, and I kept feeling nauseous.
Had I grown to hate James and Amelia to this extent - that just being in the same space with them made me want to throw up?
It was really uncomfortable. I thought I'd sit here for a bit to feel better before leaving.
James came back with Amelia after the test. The doctor looked at the results, then said to Amelia, "Congratulations, you're pregnant."
The air in the room seemed to freeze instantly.
James's expression went rigid.
Behind him, Amelia looked very surprised.
Her expression seemed strange to me, kind of fake.
"What did you say?" James's voice was dry as sandpaper.
The doctor pushed up his glasses and looked down at the chart, "Ms. Martinez is currently four weeks pregnant. Everything looks stable."
"Four weeks..." James repeated the number in a murmur, then whipped around to look at Amelia. "That's impossible."
Amelia first looked stunned, then her face broke into an almost ecstatic expression.
She quickly covered her mouth as tears streamed down her face. "I... I'm pregnant?"
Her voice trembling, she stood up from the bench and stumbled toward James. "James, did you hear? I'm pregnant! We're having a baby!"
James was knocked back half a step by her, but he didn't reach out to steady her.
"That's impossible." He repeated, his voice even heavier this time. "We..."
"James, this is your child!" Amelia cut him off, gripping his arms tightly. "Don't you remember? A month ago, we were..."
"Impossible. Nothing happened between us that night." James stared at her coldly. "I remember very clearly. Whose child is this really?"
"It's yours, it is yours! You just blacked out that day. The drugs in that room hadn't cleared yet, and when you came in, you were affected too. We had sex, you just don't remember."
James was terrifyingly calm at this point. "According to what you're saying, then why do you remember?"
"Wouldn't I know whether or not I had sex?" Amelia cried out, her voice a bit shrill. "I know you don't want to admit it, but it's the truth! James, this is your child! You can't refuse to acknowledge him."
I had my back to them, looking at Indigo sleeping peacefully in the hospital bed.
A strong wave of nausea surged up from the pit of my stomach. I covered my mouth and rushed toward the restroom.
"Sophia!" James called out behind me.
I bent over the sink, dry heaving.
My stomach was empty - nothing would come up, just waves of acid.
In the mirror, my face was pale, my eyes red and swollen, my hair a mess.
How ridiculous.
Amelia was pregnant.
She was carrying James's child.
James's brother's wife was carrying James's child.
Nothing in the world could be more interesting than this.
"Sophia." James's low voice sounded at the restroom door.
I turned on the faucet, cupped some cold water, and splashed it on my face, trying to clear my head.
"Come out. We need to talk." His voice carried a rare urgency.
I dried my face with a paper towel, fixed my hair, and walked out of the restroom.
James stood outside the door. The hallway light shone down from above him, casting shadows of varying depths across his face.
"Talk about what?" I asked, so calm it surprised even me. "Do you want me to congratulate you on becoming a father?"
"Sophia, I really didn't sleep with her that night." He stepped forward and grabbed my wrist. "You have to believe me."
I shook off his hand. "James, she's carrying your child, and you can still say something like that?"