Chapter 828 Quentin Goes to Verify
Grace's icy tone made Quentin's heart ache.
"Grace, rather than asking about those things, I'd rather see you."
"Don't beat around the bush, Mr. Taft, just ask directly!" Grace remained as cold as ever, her eyes devoid of any warmth.
"Alright!" Closing his eyes in pain, Quentin asked the question he most wanted to know, "Grace, are you pregnant, is it true?"
"Yes."
When he heard her say that, Quentin distinctly heard the sound of his heart pounding wildly.
He didn't hear wrong, Grace was really pregnant.
So that meant he was going to be a dad!
Quentin was almost so happy he wanted to jump up, a smile spreading across his handsome face, his excitement evident.
Then, he forcefully pulled Grace into his arms.
But thinking about her pregnancy, he immediately let go, flustered.
"I'm sorry, Grace, I got too excited! I didn't hurt our baby, did I?"
Grace shook her head.
Quentin happily held her hand, as joyful as a child, but Grace just looked at him coldly the whole time.
Finally, she parted her red lips and began a cruel prelude.
"Quentin, you're getting happy too soon."
He hadn't reacted yet, thinking she was talking about the pregnancy being too early.
So he quickly said, "It is a bit early, your belly isn't showing yet, it will probably be a few more months before she comes out and we can meet our daughter."
"But I've already started preparing to be a dad from now on, so it's not..."
Before he could finish, Grace interrupted him, "That's not what I meant."
"What I mean is, you haven't even asked me how long I've been pregnant."
Quentin quickly said, "On the way here, I already calculated, you should be over two months pregnant."
"Quentin, I'm sorry, you're wrong."
"Then it must be before you went to the set, according to that time, it's been over three months, your figure is slim, and wearing loose clothes indeed doesn't show."
But Grace shook her head.
Then she looked at him, and cruelly spat out the answer word by word, "What if I told you, the baby in my belly is only a little over a month old?"
All the expressions on Quentin's face suddenly froze.
Then, with a trembling voice, red eyes, he looked at her in disbelief. "What do you mean?"
"I'm a little over a month pregnant now."
Quentin quieted down. at that moment, the usually highly intelligent Quentin suddenly quieted down, then started counting on his fingers, one by one.
Since they got back together, they hadn't made love many times.
He remembered almost every time they made love.
So her pregnancy time should be two or three months to be normal.
But now, she told him it was a little over a month.
Quentin kept counting, recalling.
He tried hard to think, praying he had miscalculated once.
But he clearly remembered every time they made love.
After countless times of counting, his eyes were as red as the setting sun, the once high and mighty Quentin, utterly defeated.
"Stop counting, Quentin, you already know the answer, you just don't dare to admit it!"
Grace's voice was like a sharp knife, stabbing his heart madly.
He reached out, tightly gripping her thin shoulders, looking at her in disbelief, his voice coming out in utter despair.
"Grace, tell me, I miscalculated!"
"Please, tell me!"
But Grace mercilessly shattered all his hopes. "Quentin, I'm telling the truth!"
"But it can't be, how could your baby not be mine? Grace, I never thought of it this way!"
He held her, crying like a child, the pain, the regret, so deep!
But unfortunately, it was already too late.
"Quentin, you're too confident in yourself. Why couldn't it be?"
"Did you forget, you saw Mark stay at my house overnight with your eyes?"
"You forget the words you said that the entertainment industry is always open, do you?"
Grace looked at him with a smile. "I didn't expect Mr. Taft to be so forgetful."
"And recently, Mr. Powell has helped me several times, saved me, if it wasn't because I was carrying Mark's baby, do you think with his personality he would help a stranger like me so much?"
Quentin's hand holding hers dropped in despair. "Grace, at this point, you won't even lie to me?"
"Do you know? Actually, I'm easily satisfied, very foolish, easy to believe, no matter what, as long as you say, say you're carrying my baby, I would believe it without hesitation."
"But you won't even give me this chance."
Grace looked at him, her gaze as calm as looking at a completely unrelated person.
"Yes, I won't."
"So, Mr. Taft, don't be self-indulgent!"
"Since you already know everything you wanted to know, I want to rest now, Please see yourself out!"
These words were already driving Quentin away.
Kenneth saw Quentin leaving, almost in disbelief.
The once high and mighty Quentin walked out in a daze, his face devoid of any spirit.
Kenneth quickly went upstairs to Grace's room.
Compared to Quentin, Grace's mood was better, but her face was cold without any expression.
Just now, downstairs, Kenneth had seen the trending topic and knew about Grace's pregnancy.
"You lied to Quentin, didn't you?"
Grace looked at him in disbelief. "How did you know?"
"Otherwise, he wouldn't be in such a dazed state."
Shaking her head, Grace said, "Not really, because I'm not pregnant at all."
"Then why don't you clarify?"
"Because that report is indeed mine, I can't refute it, but it was from many years ago."
Kenneth suddenly thought of a question. "Since it's true, that baby must have been born by now."
"No, the baby was gone long ago; she stayed in my belly for less than three months, and was aborted by Ruby."
Speaking of this, Grace's heart ached.
"If I'm not mistaken, that baby should have been Quentin's. Did you tell him?"
"No!"
"Why didn't you tell him?"
"Before, because our relationship was good, I didn't want to drive a wedge between him and Ruby; now it's unnecessary, letting him misunderstand is good, we can both completely give up, there's no going back between us. I don't want to give myself hope anymore, nor do I want to give him another chance."
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