Chapter 77 The Child Is His
"I-I just heard Miss Johnson left. I wanted to go see her off, but I had a stomachache this morning... I really couldn't make it. But Miss Johnson chose to leave on her own. She and Alex didn't have much love between them anyway..."
Suddenly, Alex looked up, his eyes ice-cold like a deep pond.
Grace, who was crying with her head down, didn't notice.
"No love?" Margaret sneered. "Don't think no one knows about your little tricks. Stirring up trouble while they were married, hiring people to post rumors—wasn't it all to force Emmie to divorce? If your dirty secrets got out, it wouldn't look good for Miss Miller either, right?"
Boom!
Grace's face turned deathly pale in an instant.
This old lady knew everything?
Did she have someone watching her, or did she investigate behind the scenes?
Grace shook all over from guilt, then gritted her teeth and said, "I didn't! Grandma, you've got it wrong. Emily framed me—those recordings are fake—"
The old lady didn't want to hear another word. She slammed her hand on the desk. "Get out! Don't come bothering my grandson again. Otherwise, the Baker family's ways are more than Miss Miller can handle."
Grace froze in place, her face turning from pale to green and back, utterly humiliated.
Did she think that was the end of it?
Alex clearly liked her!
It was all this old lady blocking them on purpose.
Otherwise, she would've been his proper wife by now!
Grace quickly glanced behind the desk, a dark flash in her eyes.
...
Two months passed in a flash.
The streets in France were full of charm everywhere.
Emily had fully settled down here.
With her great design skills, she'd already helped the company land two big projects and earned the director's respect.
Her salary was really good now, and her coworkers were friendly.
As time went on, her belly had started to show.
Just a couple days ago, Matthew even joked that she'd gained weight, thinking it was the Paris air doing its magic.
Emily just smiled and didn't say anything.
The next day.
Matthew finished up the local project and came to say goodbye.
He'd just gotten out of the car when he saw Emily coming out of the villa courtyard.
She looked healthy and glowing, relaxed and gentle, way brighter than back home.
Matthew chuckled. "I've wrapped things up here for now. Heading back to the country tomorrow to handle some stuff. I can update Andrew on how you're doing."
Emily sighed helplessly and stepped aside to let him in. "I call home every three days or so—they know. But you'll have to put up with my dad chatting your ear off then."
Matthew glanced at the stack of magazines and sketchboards on the table, raising an eyebrow. "That's fine—we don't stand on ceremony. By the way, you..."
"Hiss!"
Before Matthew could finish, Emily's face went white.
A sharp pain tugged at her belly, and cold sweat beaded on her forehead.
"Emmie! What's wrong?" Matthew's face changed. He jumped up to support her. "Are you okay? Did you eat something bad?"
Emily hadn't spoken yet when she felt something warm and wet between her legs.
Her heart pounded in panic, her voice shaking. "Quick... take me to the hospital!"
The baby can't have anything wrong!
Matthew didn't waste a second. He helped her out. "Don't worry—I'm taking you right now."
He drove extra carefully, afraid she'd bump into anything. What should've been a 40-minute drive, he cut in half.
Half an hour later.
Matthew watched the doctor come out of the exam room, tense all over. "Doctor, how is she? What's wrong?"
The doctor gave him a weird look. "Your wife is fine. Just some mild contractions—probably from eating too much cold stuff lately. How do you take care of her as her husband? Make her rest more, no overworking, and keep her stress low. Nothing major otherwise."
Matthew froze solid.
He even forgot to take the report when the doctor handed it over.
Until he saw the clear pregnancy weeks listed. He snapped back in shock. "Contractions... she's pregnant?!"
Emily had been juggling work and settling into Paris life, so she was already slim and now a bit undernourished.
Matthew's pupils shrank. After a long pause, he pushed open the ward door.
Emily lay in bed and asked him, "You know now?"
She'd figured it out during the exam—she couldn't hide it anymore.
Luckily it was Matthew with her. No big deal if he knew.
Matthew's throat felt tight. He hesitated before saying, "Is it... Alex's?"
"Yeah." Emily's tone was calm.
She placed her hand gently on her belly, eyes steady. "The child's mine. It has nothing to do with him. He just provided the sperm. I won't tell him, and I won't let him mess with me and the baby's life."
Then she asked, "Matthew, you'll keep it secret for me, right?"
Matthew stared at her, then his eyes filled with worry. "As long as you're okay, that's what matters. I was scared for your health. Why didn't you tell me about something this big sooner?"
"By the dates, the baby's due in a few months. What if something went wrong?" His voice had some blame, but mostly concern.
"I didn't want you guys worrying." Emily said softly. "It wasn't a big deal anyway."
The baby was healthy.
She'd had checks.
Matthew sighed helplessly and ruffled her hair. "From today on, I'll handle your meals and routine. No more pushing yourself. Work can wait—nothing's more important than you and the baby."
He gave her a bunch of instructions. Emily laughed and shook her head. "Where's all this fuss coming from?"
Then Matthew called a top local nutritionist. "Get Australian Wagyu M9+, New Zealand venison racks, and... air-ship three times a week. Yeah, keep it fresh. South Africa's got some rare grapes out now, and Cavaillon melons—all top quality..."
Emily listened from the side, her mouth twitching.
Even the prenatal vitamins, DHA, and natural calcium supplements were luxury brands.
"Matthew, this is overkill..."
After hanging up, Matthew looked at her seriously. "You and the baby can't have any issues. Just eat on time, go to checkups, and call me if anything comes up."
Emily's nose tingled. She said softly, "Thanks."
Because of this, Matthew put off headquarters stuff and planned to stay in Paris long-term.
That day, they went out and booked a private restaurant.
But they didn't notice at all—a pair of deep black eyes fixed on them.