Chapter 116 You're Pregnant
John leaned back with a smug grin. "Yep, the Anderson family is totally gonna catch the Green family in a scandal. Once the Green family gets into hot water, they'll turn on Ethan too. If the Garcia family wasn't busy with their own mess, they would've already gone after the Brown family."
Rachel smirked playfully. "That's some good news."
John's eyes twinkled with mischief. "Oh, it gets better. The Brown family ticked off the Anderson family this time too."
Rachel raised an eyebrow. "What happened?"
John chuckled, clearly enjoying himself. "You think the Green family saved Ethan out of some old loyalty? No way. The Green and Anderson families are both gunning for the mayor's seat. They're neck and neck, so they were given a challenge: whoever brings in the most investment wins."
Rachel nodded slowly, piecing it together. "Got it. So, Ethan pulled his investment and sided with the Green family, making the Anderson family look bad."
"Exactly," John said, his grin widening. "The Brown family has really stepped on a lot of toes this time."
Rachel laughed. "Ethan's got guts, I'll give him that."
"Totally," John agreed.
As the elevator arrived, Rachel got ready to hang up. "Alright, let's put a pin in this. Keep an eye on the factory and speed things up."
John replied, "No worries, I got it."
After hanging up, Rachel stepped into the elevator and headed to the gastroenterology department.
In the gastroenterology department, the doctor sat seriously, holding Rachel's test results. Rachel nervously rubbed her hands together. "Is it something serious?"
The doctor shook his head. "No."
Rachel let out a sigh of relief. Thank goodness, it wasn't something terminal. The doctor's serious look had her thinking the worst. Rachel pressed on, "So, what's wrong with me?"
The doctor put down the results and suggested, "I'm not entirely sure. You should go to the obstetrics and gynecology department for further tests. This seems to be in their area."
Rachel's mouth twitched. "Obstetrics and gynecology?"
'I just have a stomachache, why do I need to go there?' she thought.
"Yes, my initial diagnosis is that you might be pregnant, so I recommend you get checked out," the doctor replied.
Rachel's eyes widened, her mind going blank. After a moment, she found her voice, "I'm pregnant?"
"Most likely," the doctor confirmed.
Rachel felt like the ground had shifted beneath her. 'Pregnant? How could I be pregnant?' she wondered.
She stood up, took the test results, and walked unsteadily toward the obstetrics and gynecology department. 'What if I'm not pregnant and it's just a stomach issue?' she thought.
The elevator arrived, the doors opened, and Rachel stepped out, looking around. She spotted the obstetrics and gynecology department to the left and headed that way.
Meanwhile, Michael finished his call and saw Rachel's figure disappearing around the corner, squinting his eyes. Why was she still in the hospital?
Lost in thought, Michael suddenly heard someone calling his name from behind. He turned around and saw Gregory Perez, dressed in scrubs and sporting a mischievous smile.
"What's up?" Michael asked, slipping his phone into his pocket.
Gregory adjusted his glasses with a quick motion. "Mandy is awake and wants to see you."
"Got it," Michael replied, feeling a wave of relief. He nodded and quickly headed toward the consultation room. Gregory watched him go, pursed his lips, then smiled and followed him in.
Mandy sat on the sofa, looking at Michael with confusion in her eyes. "Michael," she said softly, "Gregory told me I was in a coma. How did that happen?"
Michael frowned, suspicion flickering across his face. "You don't remember?" he asked, his tone cautious.
Mandy shook her head, pressing her temples as if trying to jog her memory. "No, I have no impression at all," she admitted, her voice tinged with frustration.
Michael lowered his eyes, his expression becoming unreadable. After a moment of silence, he looked back at her and asked, "Do you remember anything before you fell into a coma?"
Mandy tilted her head, thought for a moment, then shook her head again. "No, I don't remember. I only remember we made up in the morning, and then I have no memory. Michael, what happened to me?"
She looked at him anxiously and asked, "Why did I lose part of my memory? Do I have some terminal illness?"
Michael remained silent, his eyes deep, as if trying to see through her, to determine if she was telling the truth.
"Michael?" Mandy called out, trying to suppress her anxiety.
Michael's Adam's apple moved slightly, his voice steady, "Do you really not remember anything?"
Before Mandy could speak, Gregory said, "She really doesn't remember."
Michael's expression changed slightly. He might doubt Mandy's words, but Gregory was a trusted friend and a renowned surgeon, unlikely to lie.
Michael stared intently at Gregory. "What exactly is going on? How did Mandy lose her memory?" Mandy, equally eager for answers, looked at Gregory with wide eyes.
Gregory pulled his hand out of his pocket and scratched the back of his head. Glancing at Mandy, he said, ''Let's talk outside about that.''
"Can't I know?" Mandy pouted, clearly unhappy with being left out.
Gregory gave her a reassuring smile. "Knowing too much isn't good for you right now. Let's go, Michael, we'll talk outside."
Michael hesitated for a couple of seconds, then nodded and walked out of the room first. Gregory followed him, but as he reached the door, he suddenly turned and winked at Mandy.
Mandy smiled slightly and nodded. After getting Mandy's response, Gregory turned back and closed the consultation room door.
Michael stopped and asked in a low voice, "What's going on?"
Gregory took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, shook one out, and offered it to Michael. "Want a smoke?"
Michael didn't take it. Gregory put the cigarette away, lit one for himself, and took a deep drag. "Mandy has schizophrenia."
"What?" Michael's eyes widened.
Gregory flicked the ash and continued, "To be precise, she has dissociative identity disorder, with a dark alternate personality that tends to do bad things."
Michael clenched his fists and muttered, "How could this happen?"
Gregory exhaled a puff of smoke and explained, "Dissociative identity disorder often arises from extreme stress. Mandy never had this problem before, but when she woke up and found out you were married, she nearly became unresponsive again. I suspect her alternate personality emerged at that moment."
Michael's heart tightened. So Mandy's dissociative identity disorder was caused by him marrying Rachel!
"I just did some research," Gregory spoke as he extinguished the cigarette, "The dark personality harbors strong hostility toward Rachel, probably because she took Mandy's place."
Michael frowned, clearly dissatisfied. "It's not Rachel's fault. I didn't refuse at the time," he said, his voice tinged with guilt. 'The root cause lies with me,' he thought.
Gregory adjusted his glasses, the lenses catching the light. "Michael, are you defending Rachel?" he asked, his tone probing.
"Enough," Michael said impatiently. "Let's focus on Mandy's situation."
Gregory studied him for a moment before smiling. "You're right," he conceded.
"Does Mandy's dark personality appear every time she sees Rachel?" Michael asked.
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