Drenched in Love

Chapter 21 Miss Carter Has High Concentration of HCG

A lot of people were in the hospital. Stephen made a phone call, and the dean came with doctors and

nurses.

In the dean's office.

The nurse drew blood for Sophia and the dean took out the best tea to make for Stephen. The dean

wanted to have a few talk with Stephen, so that they could have closer relationship, but he had to shut

up seeing that Stephen was silent.

Two hours later, the blood test results came out, and the director of obstetrics and gynecology came

over with it.

Sophia suddenly stood up from the chair. The movement was so violent that it brought the chair under

it jarring in the quiet office. Stephen frowned at Sophia and then looked at the director of obstetrics and

gynecology.

“Mr. Berry, the concentration of HCG in Miss Carter's blood is very high, which can basically determine

that Miss Carter is pregnant.”

Hearing that, people in the office clearly felt the air cold.

The director of obstetrics and gynecology could not help shivering.

After a long time, Stephen said, “She is pregnant? Are you sure?”

The director of obstetrics and gynecology explained, “HCG test is an important method of pregnancy

test, but it is not 100 percent accurate. Whether to be pregnant, B-mode ultrasound can determine it to

see whether there is embryo in uterine cavity. But...”

Director of obstetrics and gynecology took a look at Sophia and then continued, “Miss Carter's current

menopause time is relatively short, B-mode ultrasound cannot see that temporarily. It is best to take a

B-mode ultrasound 45 days after menopause, so that it can determine if she is pregnant.”

In the car.

Stephen sat in the driver's seat and did not start the car for a long time. He reclined in the expensive

calfskin seat of the Bentley Continental, frowning slightly, and looked out into the outpatient building

with eyes as unemotional as the depths of ancient Wells.

Sophia tilted her head, “Mr. Berry, Don’t worry, if I am pregnant, I will abort this child.”

As her words just fell, Stephen who had been silent suddenly turned his head looked at Sophia sharply,

“It seems that you are used to kill and killing your child is normal to you!”

Sophia wanted to explain, but Stephen stepped on the accelerator, and the Bentley Continental flew

out like an arrow. Sophia's forehead “banged” against the front windshield.

Stephen took a look at her but still did not slow down.

Sophia touched the red swollen forehead with one hand and tightly grasped the handle with the other.

She did not understand what Stephen meant.

He didn't want to have sex with her and was angry when he knew she did not take birth pills. She said

she would not pester him and said she would abort that child. Shouldn’t he be happy, why was he so

angry?

The doctor said that HCG was high, but it did not necessarily prove pregnancy, but both she and he

knew it was just euphemism. Pregnancy was almost certain.

Stephen finally stopped the car.

“Get off.”

Cold voice as before was heard.

Sophia obediently opened the door and got off from the passenger seat. Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

This was the outer suburbs of ST, and it was more desolate than the area around ST women's prison.

Sophia looked up and saw cemetery not far from. Next to the cemetery was a two-story villa.

Sophia wanted to have a look but found Stephen got off the car and went straight to the cemetery.

Stephen did not speak, and Sophia did not dare to follow up but had to wait on the side of the road.

Sophia had been waiting from the afternoon until the evening, but Stephen had not come back. Sophia

looked up at the sky, and it became darker and darker and seemed to be rainy.

Thinking for a moment, Sophia stepped to the cemetery with high-heeled shoes.

The wind blew and she could not open her eyes. Sophia raised her hand to block the wind, shouting

while walking forward, “Mr. Berry? Mr. Berry?

No one answered.

Sophia could only continue to go in, and when she got to half of the mountain, Sophia was tired. She

stopped to rest, and suddenly thunder was heard followed by heavy rain.

Sophia was scared and trembled by the thunder, and then she fell on the tombstone next to her.

Looking at the picture of a young face on the cold tombstone, Sophia frowned.

How sad must the family be since she died so young?

By this time the sky was completely overcast, and it was all dark, only the shadows of the tombs could

be seen dimly. The night wind sobbed like ghost crying. Sophia was scared and with the fastest speed

got up from the tombstone, turned around and ran down the mountain.

As she fell, her body leaned against the tombstone, covering half of it and exposing only the picture of

face of a beautiful young woman above it. As she stood up, the name was revealed: Tomb of my

beloved wife Jessie Quainton.

The small words below were: husband, Stephen Berry.

By the time Sophia came out of the cemetery, the Bentley parked on the curb was gone.

Sophia walked back to ZD Villa in rain. It was the middle of the night. She simply took a bath and lay

down in bed to fall asleep.

As she fell asleep, Stephen stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling Windows of the two-story villa next to

the cemetery, taking a deep breath with his cigarette between his hands and exhaling several smoke

rings.

The window was open, and the night wind brought rain and hit him in the face. Stephen blinked his

eyes, threw the cigarette butt on the ground to mix with a dozen butts on it, and then took out a

cigarette from his pocket again and lit it.

Because she got drenched by rain at night, when she woke up the next morning, Sophia was in

headache, and her throat was hoarse. She knew it was a symptom of a cold and got up immediately to

boil some water. After drinking hot water at home all day, her throat stopped hurting by the evening.

Sophia relieved, luckily she had not got a cold. At this time, she did not have money to see a doctor or

buy medicine.

Sophia holding pillow slanted on the sofa, trying to take a nap. As soon as she closed her eyes, she

opened them again, got off the sofa as fast as she could, ran to the bathroom, and took off her clothes

to examine.

Seeing her clean underwear, Sophia's heart sank: no blood.

It should be the day of her period. But it did not come.

As he went to work on Monday, Stephen also thought of this. He had his secretary personally ask

Sophia up to the president's office on the 28th floor and ask her about her period.

Sophia was honest.

Stephen was silent for a while and waved her out.