Chapter 138 Exposing the Fake Pregnancy
This cry of alarm brought Kyle back to his senses.
Steven was from the Sullivan family. It wasn't a good time for him to go out now—it might even bring trouble to his family.
After calming down, Kyle didn't rush out. He just opened the private room door a crack to observe what was happening outside.
He saw that Yasmin had cried out because someone had knocked her down.
The person who knocked her down was a man around forty years old.
"I'm so sorry, ma'am."
The man looked apologetic and reached out to help Yasmin up, but Steven blocked him.
Steven acted very concerned, carefully helping Yasmin to her feet and asking if she was okay.
But both Kyle and Yasmin knew clearly that what Steven was worried about was the child in Yasmin's belly.
However, Yasmin didn't seem to care who Steven was worried about. She used Steven's hand to slowly stand up.
Steven frowned and asked, "How are you?"
A hint of mockery flashed in Yasmin's eyes as she said, "I'm fine."
Steven breathed a sigh of relief.
He'd really been startled just now.
He turned his head and looked coldly at the middle-aged man.
"Watch it!"
The middle-aged man quickly apologized again.
"I'm really sorry. I was in a hurry to leave and accidentally bumped into you. I apologize, ma'am."
Yasmin frowned with displeasure, but with so much on her mind, she didn't want to deal with this person.
"Just go! My bad luck!"
However, the middle-aged man didn't leave directly. Instead, without explanation, he grabbed Yasmin's hand.
"What are you doing?"
Yasmin instinctively tried to struggle, but the man held her hand firmly.
Steven was about to step forward and pull the middle-aged man away when he heard him say, "Don't misunderstand. I'm a traditional healer. Let me check if you're okay. If there's a problem, I'll take responsibility."
Hearing this, Steven stopped.
Having a doctor check would help him feel more assured about the child in Yasmin's belly.
However, Yasmin's face changed dramatically.
"I told you I'm fine. Let go of me!"
She tried hard to break free, but the middle-aged man was very strong, and she couldn't escape at all.
"Ma'am, don't be afraid. I really am a healer. I run the nearby Spring Renewal Clinic. Let me check your pulse—it'll just take half a minute."
As the man spoke, he began checking her pulse.
Yasmin screamed.
"Let go of me!"
Steven frowned, vaguely sensing something was wrong.
He said, "Yasmin, let him check your pulse. It'll put both our minds at ease."
"I don't need to! I'm fine. I know my own body."
She spoke as she struggled to free her hand.
Seeing she couldn't break free, she became desperate and used her other free hand to pinch the middle-aged man.
But the man's expression didn't change at all, as if he couldn't feel the pain.
"Let go of me! Let go!"
Yasmin screamed loudly, drawing the attention of everyone in the coffee shop.
Steven found it even stranger.
"Yasmin, why are you so worked up?"
It was just a medical check, not a big deal.
Besides, this man seemed very polite, with the smell of herbs on him—clearly he really was a traditional healer.
"I..."
Just as Yasmin was about to make an excuse, the middle-aged man released her wrist.
He smiled and said, "I've checked your pulse, ma'am. You're fine."
Yasmin's heart was racing.
"Since I'm fine, you should leave now!"
She was afraid this man would say something he shouldn't.
But the man spoke again: "Ma'am, I'm a doctor, so excuse me for saying one more thing. Since you're on your period, you should avoid drinking coffee."
Yasmin's face turned pale instantly.
Before she could react, Steven grabbed her arm.
"You're on your period?!"
How could a pregnant woman be on her period?
"I'm not! I'm not on my period! If you don't believe me, you can check. Let's go to a room..."
Steven frowned. Yasmin's reaction didn't seem like she was lying.
Then the healer spoke again: "Ma'am, I've been a doctor for over twenty years. How could I misdiagnose whether you're on your period?"
"I told you, I'm not on my period! What nonsense are you talking about?!"
The healer smiled calmly.
"If you're not on your period, then you're about to get it, or it just ended—within a week either way."
"Yasmin!"
Steven called out her name.
Each word seemed to squeeze through his teeth.
"Steven, don't listen to his nonsense! I don't have my period. How could I be having my period? You know..."
But Steven didn't want to hear any more of her explanations.
He wanted to see the facts.
"Someone!"
At Steven's call, two bodyguards from the coffee shop entrance quickly approached them.
"Mr. Sullivan, what are your orders?"
"Take her to the hospital!"
The healer might be wrong, but the hospital definitely wouldn't be.
Yasmin's legs went weak. She couldn't even get out any words of defense before being dragged away.
Steven didn't bother with the healer and quickly followed.
The group soon disappeared from the coffee shop entrance.
The healer watched them leave, then turned to look at a certain room.
With this look, he made direct eye contact with Kyle, who was peeking out.
Caught spying, Kyle awkwardly reached to close the room door.
But the healer was fast. Before the door fully closed, he stuck out a hand and wedged it in the doorframe.
Kyle froze, not daring to use force.
The next second, the healer said, "You're Mr. McGinnis, right?"
Kyle opened the door in surprise.
"Who are you?"
"Ms. Richardson sent me."
Yasmin didn't know this man, so the "Ms. Richardson" he mentioned could only be Amelia.
Kyle's eyes widened slightly.
So that whole scene just now was arranged by Amelia?
This man had followed Amelia's instructions and deliberately knocked down Yasmin?
The man seemed to hear his thoughts and said, "This show was arranged by Ms. Richardson—did you find it entertaining, Mr. McGinnis?"
"Yasmin was faking the pregnancy?"
"That's right."
Seeing the man nod with certainty, Kyle felt deeply conflicted.
Compared to his foolish self, Amelia—whom he'd looked down on—had found out that Yasmin would be meeting Steven here, arranged for this healer to appear in advance, and exposed Yasmin's true colors.
Who exactly was this Amelia?
How could she anticipate so much?
The man spoke again: "Ms. Richardson asked me to tell you that Geraldo is waiting for you at the hospital right now. Go see him."
With that, the man turned and left.
It took Kyle several minutes to come back to his senses.
His mind was blank.
But he still remembered what the healer had told him.
He tidied himself up a bit, paid at the counter, and drove to the hospital.
On the way, he couldn't help but call Amelia.
By this time, Amelia had already returned to the Richardson family home.
She went to a place where no one was around and answered Kyle's call.
"You haven't gone to the hospital yet?" she asked directly.
"I'm on my way to the hospital now."
"Then why are you calling me? Do you still have questions?"
Kyle fell silent.
Before making the call, he'd had many things he wanted to say to Amelia.
But hearing Amelia's cool voice, he suddenly didn't know what to say.
In his heart, he felt guilty, embarrassed, and angry.
Of course, the anger was directed at himself.
"Kyle, my time is valuable. If you don't have anything else, I'm hanging up." Amelia's tone showed clear impatience.
Again, if it weren't for Geraldo, she wouldn't care about Kyle's fate.
Kyle quickly said, "Don't hang up! I have something to say!"
"Go ahead. I'll give you one minute. You can ask any questions you have."
Kyle said, "When did you find out that Yasmin was the one who harmed my grandfather?"
"From the moment I arrived at the operating room door."
Kyle's face immediately turned red.
She'd known that early.
So all this time, in Amelia's eyes, had his behavior made him look like a clown?
"Any other questions?"
"No. But I want to say thank you, and I'm sorry."
"No need." Amelia's tone remained indifferent.
"I didn't do this for you. I did it for Geraldo. You don't need to thank me, and as for the apology, forget it."
"Anything else?"
"No."
Amelia didn't waste words and hung up directly.
She'd thought Kyle would at least mention some practical remedial measures.
Like what to do next.
But he didn't bring up future solutions at all, instead dwelling on past events.
This Kyle wasn't worth any more of her time.
She could already foresee that after Geraldo passed away, the McGinnis family would probably gradually decline.
What a shame.
Just then, Grant bounced over to her.
"Amelia, look! These are the tarts I made. Pretty nice, right?"
Amelia glanced at them.
"They really are good."
"Mom and Uma both said I have talent."
"So you're planning to be a chef in the future?"
Grant choked: "Of course not..."
Amelia's lips curved slightly. "Then, how about becoming a painter? I have a student who has a reputation in the oil-painting world. Would you like to study under him and learn oil painting?"
Grant's mind worked quickly at this moment.
"Are you talking about Geraldo?"
"That's right."
Grant's eyes lit up: "Of course I'd want to! But he might not be willing to take me on."
Amelia smiled easily.
"He will."
The legacy would be preserved through the McGinnis family.
And Grant was about to shine.
Two birds with one stone.
By afternoon, Samuel arrived.
He brought Jeremy and York along with him.
All three were carrying many gifts.
One corner of the living room was almost filled with their presents.
And any item picked at random was priceless.