Chapter 139 Cry a Little
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After Elizabeth finished her phone call with Mabel, she hid under the covers and cried.
Elizabeth only allowed herself to cry for a moment.
Just a brief moment.
She felt like fate was playing tricks on her.
When Dr. Saskia knocked and entered, Elizabeth had already collected her unstable emotions.
Armando followed Saskia into the room.
His gaze fell on Elizabeth's slightly red eyes, and he paused.
When he rescued her from that place, he hadn't seen her cry with joy.
Now she was crying over Timothy.
Seeing them come in, Elizabeth returned the phone to Armando.
Armando suddenly grabbed Elizabeth's wrist.
The spot on the back of her hand where the needle had just been removed was swollen and red.
"Doctor, what about her hand?"
Elizabeth frowned and instinctively pulled her wrist back.
Armando fell silent.
Saskia examined Elizabeth's hand. "The back of your hand is a bit allergic. I'll prescribe some ointment for you later."
She asked about Elizabeth's physical condition, then said seriously, "Ms. Penrose, you're pregnant. Given your current physical state, you need to take good care of yourself, or you could easily lose the baby."
Armando turned sharply to look at Saskia and said coldly, "Pregnant?"
Elizabeth was stunned for a moment, then remembered fragments from that night in the courtyard half a month ago when she got drunk.
Timothy had wanted to go back inside to get a condom.
She had giggled and pulled one from her pocket, even helpfully biting it with her teeth to tear open the wrapper.
That wasn't the point.
The point was that the condom in her pocket had holes poked in it with a needle—she'd deliberately planned to prank Timothy.
For instance, when he was about to climax, she would tell him the condom was damaged, and he'd be so angry he'd pull out.
She and Timothy could be quite wild in bed sometimes.
That night she was drunk, so naturally she couldn't pull off the prank on Timothy, and ended up pregnant.
Elizabeth pressed her lips together. Her tone was calm, but there was a slight smile at the corner of her mouth as she said to Saskia, "Saskia, thank you. What else do I need to watch out for? Please tell me in detail."
Saskia was an older woman. Her previously serious face softened. "Don't worry. I'll explain what you need to pay attention to with your husband."
Husband?
Saskia turned to look at Armando. "Come with me to the consultation room. I'll explain what you need to know."
Elizabeth quickly clarified, "He's not my husband."
Saskia apologized somewhat awkwardly, "Sorry."
Armando had already recovered from the news of Elizabeth's pregnancy. "Doctor, I'll come with you."
Saskia was still busy and nodded. The two left the hospital room one after the other.
In the consultation room.
Saskia carefully explained everything Armando needed to know.
She even printed out a sheet of paper.
She was a very responsible doctor.
Which is why when Saskia heard the handsome man in front of her ask, "Can she have an abortion?"
Saskia became somewhat angry. "Ms. Penrose seems to be looking forward to this baby."
Armando's expression was indifferent. "The baby's father is already dead."
Saskia instantly didn't know what to say.
When Elizabeth was brought to the hospital two days ago, Saskia had noticed that Elizabeth seemed to have suffered some trauma and was emotionally unstable.
Saskia pulled out a medical report. "I'll say it again—I don't recommend an abortion. Ms. Penrose has already had one abortion. If she has another, it won't be good for her body."
Armando paused, his words somewhat bitter. "You're saying she's had an abortion before?"
Saskia looked at him and didn't say anything more.
"Thank you." Armando took the paper Saskia had printed. He left the consultation room and went to the smoking area.
Armando took out a cigarette, leaned against the wall, and lit it.
Smoke curled around him.
When Tom came looking for him, he saw Armando unbuttoning his collar while smoking, looking somewhat dejected.
Armando glanced at Tom, his voice slightly cool. "She's pregnant. Do you think we should keep this baby?"
Tom's eyelid twitched. "Whether to keep it or not should be Elizabeth's decision."
Armando was silent for a second, then smiled faintly. "I understand."
He put out the cigarette and threw it in the ashtray.
Tom spoke with difficulty. "What do you understand?"
Armando looked at Tom with a half-smile. "You seem worried I'll do something?"
Tom wisely chose not to answer that question.
Armando spoke slowly, "Don't worry. If she wants to keep it, she can keep it. Anyway, the chances of Timothy coming back alive are very low. Did you buy the phone?"
"Here it is." Tom handed him the bag with the phone. "There's a temporary SIM card inside, and this bag has freshly cooked porridge."
When Armando returned to the room, he saw Elizabeth was about to get out of bed. "What are you getting up for? Press the call button if you need something."
She was still dizzy—if she suddenly fell and hit something, it would be trouble.
Elizabeth had learned her lesson and didn't get up too quickly.
"Going to the bathroom."
Armando watched her walk slowly to the bathroom. He initially wanted to help.
But thinking of how resistant she was to him, he didn't go to support her, just kept watch in case she suddenly collapsed.
Elizabeth wouldn't joke around with her own body. She wasn't alone now—there was a baby in her belly.
After she entered the bathroom, her eyes felt sore.
Being in the hospital with no family to help—she was experiencing this feeling again.
When Elizabeth came out of the bathroom, Armando had placed the porridge on the cabinet.
He turned to look at her. "Tom already bought you a phone. It's in this bag. The doctor said you can only eat bland food these days."
"Mr. Johnson, thank you. I'll arrange for a caregiver to look after me shortly."
Elizabeth's meaning was clear—she didn't need Armando's concern anymore.
Armando's eyes darkened. "Elizabeth, must you reject other people's goodwill like this?"
Elizabeth's expression was flat as she said calmly, "Mr. Johnson rescued me, and I'm very grateful, but I still hope to keep my distance from you."
"Besides gratitude, I have nothing to repay you for this favor."
She drew clear boundaries.
Armando's cool eyes looked directly at Elizabeth's overly cold face, and he suddenly laughed coldly.
Who said that rescuing a damsel in distress would make her fall for the hero?
Look—the Elizabeth before him showed no trace of being moved, only wariness and distance.
Armando reminded himself to take it slow, not to rush.
The time Timothy spent with Elizabeth wasn't even as long as the time he, Armando, had spent with Elizabeth.
He still had a chance. Take it slow.
While Elizabeth was eating the porridge, Armando handed her the paper Saskia had printed about pregnancy precautions.
"Call me if you need anything."
Armando left on his own initiative, not staying to be an eyesore.
After finishing the porridge, Elizabeth immediately used her new phone to look for a temporary caregiver.
She needed to get her body back in shape as soon as possible.
When discussing the caregiver's daily rate on the phone, Elizabeth awkwardly realized she had no money to pay and needed to call someone to bring her some cash.
The only person Elizabeth could think of was Lyle.
An hour after receiving Elizabeth's call, Lyle brought some cash and a bank card to Elizabeth.
Seeing Elizabeth's pale face, Lyle didn't pry into her privacy. "I couldn't reach you by phone a while ago, so I filed a police report. I'll go cancel it now."
"Thank you," Elizabeth said.
Lyle told her to rest well and left the room.
In the hospital room, only Elizabeth remained.
She lay down, trying to fall asleep. Only by sleeping could her body recover faster.
"Mr. Robinson, where are you? You're about to become a father."
This time she wanted to protect their child properly.
Mabel sat in the back garden, lost in thought.
Back in Border Ridge City, she felt a bit bored.
The two nannies caring for the twins brought them to the back garden.
Mabel glanced at the two babies in the stroller and looked away.
Suddenly, as if remembering something, she reached out and picked a small red flower and walked over.
"Can their eyes see things yet?"
Mabel asked sweetly, waving the small red flower in front of Jane Robinson.
Jane was the twin sister's name, and her brother was called Tommy Robinson.
The nanny kept watching Mabel's movements. She replied, "Right now they can only see things blurrily when they're right in front of them. By six months they'll be able to see clearly."
Mabel touched Jane's little head of hair. "Jane has such thick hair. She'll definitely be a beautiful girl when she grows up."
Mabel took the opportunity to pluck one of Jane's hairs.
Jane suddenly started crying.
Mabel's heart jumped, and she pretended to comfort her. "There, there, why are you suddenly crying?"
The nanny nervously picked up Jane to soothe her.
When Jane cried, Tommy in the other stroller started crying too.
Mabel turned to leave, but unexpectedly made eye contact with Emma.
Emma smiled at Mabel and walked over to Jane and Tommy. "Why are they crying? Are they hungry?"
Emma tilted her head to glance at Mabel's departing figure, looking thoughtful.
Mabel and Elizabeth were good friends.