Chapter 372 I am Pregnant
Elizabeth thought to herself, 'I don't belong to you now either.'
But she didn't say it out loud. Instead, she quietly hugged him back, gently stroking his hair.
Even the strongest man has moments of weakness. Since the room was dark and nothing could be seen, she decided to let him cry his heart out.
Just as Elizabeth was about to drift off to sleep, a phone rang, jolting her awake.
It wasn't her ringtone.
Michael's heavy breathing revealed his irritation. He pulled away from Elizabeth's embrace and checked his phone. It was a call from Margaret.
He sat up angrily and answered with a harsh tone, "Margaret, this better be important!"
Margaret, sensing his underlying anger, still cried out in fear, "Michael, something terrible has happened. I didn't know who else to call. Octavia's face is ruined, and it must be Elizabeth's doing!"
"She's jealous that Octavia is younger and prettier! Michael, you have to stand up for Octavia! She's still in surgery..."
Michael cut her off mid-rant, "Are you done?"
Margaret's sobbing stopped abruptly, "Michael, you..."
"If you're done crying, then get on with your life and stop bothering me!"
Margaret's voice was filled with disbelief, "Michael, you can't be this cruel to me! I don't believe it!"
"After what happened that night, you didn't do anything to me, which means you still care about me, right? Michael, I've always loved you, so much, you know that..."
Michael was on the verge of losing his temper. He gritted his teeth and said, "Margaret, I didn't punish you because I already took it out on Octavia. She was kicked out of the company, which was punishment enough. But you just had to keep causing trouble, and now Octavia is completely ruined."
"But what does that have to do with me? You say Elizabeth did it? I wish she had. If she were that ruthless, I wouldn't have to worry about her being bullied every day. You should be grateful that if it were me, neither you nor Octavia would ever see the light of day again!"
Michael hung up and immediately blocked Margaret's number.
Elizabeth, with her eyes closed, whispered, "It's late. Don't get too worked up. It'll affect your sleep."
Michael calmed himself down and held her again, his tone now gentle, "They're not worth my anger. I'm mad because she falsely accused you. I hate that she keeps trying to frame you."
Elizabeth chuckled softly, "What if I told you I actually set this whole thing up? Would you think I'm scary?"
Michael hugged her tighter, "If it was you, I'd say you've improved. But next time, let me handle it. If I get involved, they'll never forget it."
He gently patted Elizabeth's back, "From now on, leave everything to me. You don't need to worry so much. Sleep now. It's late."
Just when Elizabeth thought everyone in the house was asleep, Dean and Nolan were still up, browsing the internet in Dean's room with the light on.
Dean had uncovered Octavia's background.
He had been investigating Octavia's identity for a while and finally discovered that Octavia was a puppet created by Margaret through the dark web.
Based on the appearance and body details provided by Margaret, the seller crafted the puppet to her specifications and handed it over to Margaret.
So, in Margaret's eyes, Octavia was just a product, not her cousin.
Nolan stared at the findings and exchanged a glance with Dean.
Dean patted his shoulder and whispered, "Don't tell your mom about this yet. We'll wait until after she has the baby."
Nolan nodded seriously. There was no need to add unnecessary stress to Elizabeth.
He was about to start school soon. The gifted program was intense, and he wouldn't have time to go online once classes began.
Fortunately, they had finally uncovered the truth. But there wasn't enough evidence to bring Margaret to justice.
In the following days, Elizabeth stayed home, enjoying her time with the kids.
She had breakfast with them in the morning, watched the bodyguards take them to school, and played with them in the evening.
One afternoon, she received a call from Sarah.
Sarah sounded excited, "Elizabeth, my period is four or five days late. Do you think I might be pregnant?"
Elizabeth perked up immediately, "Your period is always on time. If it's late, you must be pregnant! Do you have a pregnancy test at home?"
Sarah smacked her forehead, "Let me check. I think David bought a box when we first got married."
She hung up, and a few minutes later, she sent Elizabeth a picture.
Elizabeth opened it to see a pregnancy test with two clear red lines.
She called back right away, "Sarah, congratulations! You're really pregnant! This is wonderful. Our kids will be close in age and can play together."
Sarah giggled, "Yes, Elizabeth, you're right. I just sent the picture to David. He'll be so happy when he sees it. But he hasn't replied yet. He said he's been really busy lately, so he probably hasn't seen it."
Elizabeth laughed, "Sarah, you should wait and tell him in person when he gets home. You two should celebrate together."
Sarah exclaimed, "You're right! I'll just retract the message... Done, I retracted it. Haha. He'll be curious about what I sent. I won't tell him and let him wonder."
Elizabeth was infected by her joy, "Sarah, I'm so happy for you."
Sarah rolled around on her bed, "Elizabeth, what do I do? I want to share my happiness with someone in person! This joy is too much to contain!"
Elizabeth covered her mouth, laughing, "Just wait five or six hours. David will be home, and you can share it with him. After all, it's your baby together."
Sarah shook her head, "No, I can't wait! Not even a minute!"
She jumped out of bed and started looking for clothes, "Elizabeth, wait for me at home. I'm coming over."
Elizabeth held her forehead, laughing, "Sarah, you're like a child! Okay. But remember to bring your driver and bodyguards. You're a priority now."
Sarah hung up in a hurry, not sure if she heard the last part.
Elizabeth went downstairs after the call. The servants had already prepared lunch.
"Ms. Jones, lunch is ready. Please enjoy."
Elizabeth nodded and sat at the dining table, waiting for Sarah.
Knowing Sarah's impatient nature, she would probably urge the driver to speed.
In less than forty minutes, she would be at Whispering Pines Estates.
Elizabeth scrolled through the news on her phone while waiting.
A servant glanced at the time and gently reminded her, "Ms. Jones, if you wait any longer, the food will get cold. Would you like to start eating now?"
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