Chapter 606 It Turns Out, Amara Had Given Birth to a Baby Boy
Amara was burning up with a fever and felt like crap.
But no way was she getting into his car. Standing on the steps, she adjusted her thin coat and said softly, "Thanks for the offer, Mr. Hawkins, but I'll just grab a cab."
Kingsley fixed his intense gaze on her her and asked, "Scared of owing me a favor?"
Amara looked down. "What are you talking about? It's just not convenient. Don't you have a girlfriend? You should be loyal to her!"
Kingsley thought about the morning's newspaper and figured she had seen it.
He kept a straight face. "Jealous?"
"You're overthinking it! Mr. Hawkins, we live in different worlds."
With that, Amara ignored him and opened her ride-hailing app to call a cab. Kingsley frowned, got out of his car, and tried to grab her phone. "I said I'd take you to the hospital!"
"No need!"
He didn't expect Amara to react so strongly. During the struggle, the phone fell to the ground, and the screen shattered.
For a moment, there was only silence and their heavy breathing. After a while, Amara bent down to pick up the phone, but he reached for it too, and their hands touched.
Amara instinctively pulled her hand back.
But Kingsley quickly grabbed her hand and slipped her phone into his coat pocket. Amara asked hoarsely, "What are you doing?"
"I'm taking you to the hospital! It's on my way."
He said this without any expression, then half-dragged her to the car, opened the passenger door, and pushed her in. Before she could get out, Kingsley held the car roof and leaned close to her. "You don't want to be seen arguing with me here and cause a scene, do you?"
Amara slowly sat up straight.
She leaned back against the seat, feeling uncomfortable, and said softly, "Kingsley, you've turned into a real jerk."
"You too!" he shot back. Then he got into the car and, as he said, just took her to the hospital as if it was on the way. When Amara got out, he stayed in the car, gave her a nod, and then drove off.
Amara watched the car, still trying to figure out what he wanted.
In the cold weather, Amara wrapped her coat tighter and walked into the hospital. Luckily, there weren't many patients at this hour, and she quickly got a number and saw the doctor. As expected, she had a fever, now at 102 degrees Fahrenheit. The doctor prescribed her some meds and told her to rest and drink plenty of warm water.
But Amara didn't want to delay her work and said, "Give me an IV for two days!"
The doctor looked a bit surprised.
He looked up at her, noticing she was well-dressed and seemed like a high-level professional. He agreed and said casually, "Don't push yourself too hard just because you're young. When you get older, no amount of money can buy back your health."
Amara gave a faint smile.
The doctor tore off the prescription and handed it to her, telling her to go pay.
Ten minutes later, Amara was sitting in the infusion room, quietly closing her eyes. She had taken off her coat and wrapped it around herself, but she was still shivering.
"Ms. Butler!" the nurse called her gently. Amara opened her eyes, and the nurse placed a hot water bottle in her arms. "Holding this will make you feel better."
Amara was a bit confused; the service at this hospital was really good.
On the hospital's second floor, Director Gerald Howard was searching for some documents while casually asking, "Kingsley, you must care a lot about Amara to want her medical records! What happened last night?"
Kingsley was sitting by the window, drinking coffee.
He only had to turn his head to see the winter scene of the small courtyard behind the hospital, with a great view.
Hearing Gerald's question, he smiled faintly. "I just want to know."
Gerald finally found Amara's medical records in the computer database. Fortunately, all hospitals in Syeattel were connected, so all of Amara's medical visits were recorded.
Gerald glanced at it and was stunned. He couldn't believe it and put on his reading glasses to carefully check again. Finally, he confirmed it and looked at Kingsley with a meaningful gaze.
"What is it?" Kingsley put down his cup and walked over, holding the edge of the table to look at the records with Gerald. Moments later, his face froze, showing the same expression as Gerald.
The computer screen showed that two years ago, Amara had given birth to a baby boy.
Feeling dizzy, Kingsley held onto the table to steady himself. "This can't be a mistake, right?"
Gerald chuckled and pointed to the Medical Identification Number. "It's definitely the Ms. Butler you're concerned about. But where did this child come from? Is she married? Where is her husband?"
Kingsley's face remained calm.
After a while, he whispered, "Don't tell my parents! I want to handle this myself."
Gerald gasped. Then he coughed lightly. "Kingsley, you got Amara pregnant, so you have to take responsibility!"
Kingsley didn't respond.
He quietly read through Amara's medical records from start to finish. He also saw the child's name, Jesse Butler.
His long fingers couldn't help but gently touch the screen. The child should have been named Jesse Hawkins.
After Kingsley left, he didn't immediately go to find Amara.
He knew her too well.
Since they reunited, she had countless chances to tell him they had a son, or she could have told him when she was pregnant, but she never did. So, she was determined to part ways with him. His role as a father was insignificant to her.
But he also knew that it was he who had given her the contraceptive pills back then.
Kingsley walked to the smoking area and smoked seven or eight cigarettes before heading to the infusion room.
There were a lot of people with colds in the winter, and it was super crowded inside.
People of all ages were all crammed together, creating a bit of chaos. But in this chaotic environment, Amara had fallen asleep. She was lightly leaning against the back of the chair, her small face buried in her coat, sleeping soundly.
Kingsley's eyelids trembled slightly as he quietly watched her for a while.
Just then, the person next to Amara finished their IV and left, so Kingsley walked over and sat down. He took off his wool coat and covered her with it, then continued to watch her.
Kingsley had inherited his parents' excellent genes, making him exceptionally handsome. His expensive clothes only added to his distinguished appearance, making him stand out in the crowd.
Young mothers holding their children secretly glanced at him, blushing.
When Amara woke up, she smelled a familiar scent.
She was suddenly startled and opened her eyes to see Kingsley sitting beside her, staring at her intently. "What are you doing here?"
Kingsley continued to stare at her.
After a while, he said slowly, "I came to get medicine for my dad and thought I'd check on you."
Amara took off the coat and handed it back to him.
The nurse came over to remove her IV. Perhaps because of Kingsley's presence, her hand trembled, causing a drop of blood to appear. The nurse quickly apologized.
Amara shook her head and pressed a cotton swab on the spot.
Once the bleeding stopped, Amara walked out, with Kingsley following behind her. When they reached a secluded area, Amara stopped and turned to him, calmly saying, "Kingsley, this isn't right! I used to like you a lot, but now I don't, not even a little."
"I know. I don't care if you like me. I have a girlfriend."
Amara glared at him, suppressing her emotions. "Then stop following me and appearing in front of me. Is that so hard?"
"It's not hard." Kingsley took a step forward, raising his hand as if to brush away the hair on her forehead, but he just smiled faintly. "You owe me something, and you have to repay it."
Amara couldn't hold back any longer. "What do I owe you?"
Her emotions suddenly erupted. "All along, the only thing I owe you is that bracelet. Sure, $800,000 isn't enough, but didn't you say that spending a night with you is worth $400,000? I've slept with you for so many days, isn't that enough for a bracelet? If you think it's not enough and still hung up on that, fine, I can sleep with you until you're tired of it!"
She took off her coat with a frosty smile. "We can start right now! Just don't forget the contraceptives, Mr. Hawkins!"
The atmosphere froze, and the air seemed to crackle with tension.
After a while, Kingsley let out a light laugh.
He leaned close to her ear, draping her coat back on her and buttoning it up tightly. Not only that, but he also said, "I told you, I have a girlfriend."
"Then stop bothering me!" Amara's eyes reddened. "People like you, born into privilege, will never understand the struggles of others. You only know your own pain and suffering! But what about others? Isn't their dignity and pain just as real?"
After saying that, she turned to leave, but he hugged her from behind.
After being outside for a long time, he was cold, but he quickly warmed up.
Amara's voice was hoarse. "Let go of me! What is this! No matter what, I won't be the other woman!"
Kingsley whispered in her ear, "But you made me the other man."
Amara angrily kicked him.
That wasn't her intention at all. The first time in her apartment, they had kissed and held each other in a confused state, and he had even teased her!
She never wanted to like him.
Thinking of those past events, Amara's body softened slightly, and she felt a pang of sadness.
Perhaps sensing her change, Kingsley didn't push her further. He just held her from behind, his lips close to her ear as he spoke in a low voice, "Amara, after you left, I looked for you."
Amara still felt sad.
She knew he had looked for her, but so what? Those hurtful words had long shattered their last bit of affection and hope. He didn't listen to her explanations. He said she was worthless, making her feel the vast difference between them.
She suddenly snapped back to reality and thought, 'Why am I still falling into his arms? Have I forgotten how I left him, took those pills, and how he threw a check at me? He has a girlfriend now; how can I still hope for Kingsley and be drawn to him? Do I really think I deserve all the pain I've endured these past few years?'
Thinking of this, she gently grasped his long fingers and pried his hand off her waist, bit by bit. Then she said, "Mr. Hawkins, please mind your manners."
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