Chapter 463 Not Suitable for Pregnancy
At Swift Mansion, the room was pleasantly warm from the heating, yet Violet felt chilled to the bone.
Wrapped in a heavy blanket, she stood by the window, gazing outside while her thoughts swirled like a vortex.
Violet had thought she'd accepted that Albert didn't love her, but she couldn't erase the image of him kissing Yvette in public. The way he'd held Yvette possessively, claiming her before everyone with such dominance that no one would dare challenge him.
When Albert had bent to kiss Yvette, time seemed to freeze. The world had narrowed to just the two of them.
Every detail cut like a knife through Violet's heart. All of this should have been hers!
Even now, remembering the scene drove her mad with jealousy.
She clenched her fists so tightly her nails dug into her palms, but she felt no pain.
Suddenly, the door opened as her parents entered.
Seeing Violet's red-rimmed eyes, they exchanged concerned glances before offering her a cup of medicinal tea.
"Violet, dear, drink this. You're fragile right now—you need to take care of yourself," her mother urged.
These words hit like a bomb, reminding Violet of everything she'd endured, and she exploded.
"Leave me alone! Get out!" she rasped.
Her parents' concern deepened. The Swift family's fortunes now depended on Violet's relationship with Rodolfo. If she remained stubborn and refused to reconcile with him, the family's future would again be uncertain.
"What did Rodolfo say?" Elowen Sinclair, her mother, asked cautiously. "Has he softened his position? Will he let you come home?"
"Even if he has new women, that's just casual entertainment," Thaddeus Swift, her father, reasoned. "For a man of his status, it's normal. You're still his lawful wife!"
"Yes, especially since you can't have children anymore. Don't keep fighting with him—go make peace!" her mother added.
"Make peace?" Violet was nearly hysterical. "His mistress already has his child, and you want me to make peace?"
"If his mistress has a child, bring it home and raise it as your own," Elowen suggested. "Since you can't have your own children anymore, if you treat that child as yours, Rodolfo will appreciate you and treat you better!"
Hearing their words, Violet turned ashen. Her chest heaved with resentment.
The anger and hatred suppressed in her heart erupted. Trembling uncontrollably, she broke down in despair.
"You ruined me! You sold me off for the Swift family, sold my body, and this is what I got!" Violet sobbed. "Because of you, I lost Albert, the only man I've ever loved!"
Thaddeus and Elowen exchanged bewildered looks. "You're still hung up on Albert? Your focus should be on Rodolfo now! Stop being foolish!"
Violet wiped away her tears with determination. "From now on, I won't listen to anyone. I, Violet Swift, will take Albert back!"
Elowen grew frantic. "He didn't want you before, and now you can't even bear children! Wake up, Violet!"
Violet's cold gaze fixed on her mother, every subtle expression radiating hatred.
"For him, I'll do anything," she said with a chilling smile. "Whoever stands between us, I'll eliminate them."
Morning sunlight streamed through the windows onto the breakfast table where BoBo and CiCi happily ate.
"Mommy, can we go out today?" CiCi looked up at Yvette, her big eyes twinkling like stars. "Seraphina says we can play outside on weekends as long as we still take our afternoon nap!"
Yvette nodded. "Of course. Finish your breakfast quickly, and I'll take you out."
"Yay!" Both children were excited.
Yvette twirled her fork in her pasta. The food should have smelled delicious, but it made her feel nauseated.
She put down her fork, covered her mouth, and rushed to the bathroom.
Seeing Yvette's distress, BoBo and CiCi became alarmed.
They looked at the two housekeepers nearby. "What's wrong with Mommy?"
The housekeepers exchanged worried glances. "She might not be feeling well."
Shortly after, Yvette returned from the bathroom looking weak.
She sat back down between the children, her face pale, forcing a smile. "What's wrong? Why aren't you eating?"
"Mommy, are you okay?" BoBo and CiCi asked with concern.
"I'm fine. I probably got up too early and my stomach's a bit upset."
"You should get checked," one housekeeper suggested. "Your color doesn't look good. Should we call the family doctor?"
"Or maybe go straight to the hospital for a blood test," the other housekeeper added. "If you're pregnant, the blood work will show it clearly."
Yvette froze. "My last test showed I wasn't pregnant."
"When was your last test, ma'am?"
Yvette pressed her lips together.
Since her last test, she'd had unprotected sex twice.
Yvette quietly set down her fork. "I probably just caught a chill. I wasn't dressed warmly enough at the event yesterday."
BoBo and CiCi responded maturely: "Then stay home and rest, Mommy. Drink some warm water. We'll take care of you!"
"No need, my loves," Yvette smiled. "The nanny will take you out to play. I'll go to the hospital to get some medicine."
"Okay!"
At the hospital, Yvette sat alone outside the lab, clutching her phone nervously as she waited for the results.
The last time she'd experienced irregular periods and came for tests, Sylvia had quickly gotten her results—it had just been hormonal imbalance from stress.
Yvette silently prayed for the same outcome this time. This was absolutely the wrong time to be pregnant. Her relationship with Albert was like a tangled knot, impossibly complex.
Her heart raced and her palms sweated as she awaited what felt like a verdict on her future.
Soon, the doctor called her name.
Taking a deep breath, she entered the consultation room.
The doctor was reviewing her test results and looked up with a smile when she entered.
"Yvette, correct?" he asked.
"Yes," she nodded.
The doctor handed her the results. "Here are your test results..."
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