Chapter 370 That Child is Mine
Henry's face turned pale; he couldn't say a word because he knew Gregory was right.
Seeing him like this, Gregory felt a bit of pity but continued to press, "There's one more thing you have to face."
Henry looked up at him, only to hear him say slowly, "Tricia is pregnant, and the doctor said that if she aborts the baby, it would harm her body and could lead to permanent infertility. Tricia wants to keep it."
As cruel as it was, this was an insurmountable obstacle between Henry and Tricia.
It was better to say it now than when they were too deeply in love to turn back.
At least now there's a chance to cut losses in time.
Henry was shocked, his eyes widening in disbelief.
He jumped off the bed and ran to Gregory, urgently asking, "Gregory, what did you just say? Say it again!"
Gregory thought he was too shocked, sighed silently, and repeated, "Tricia is pregnant, it's Tom's, about three months along."
"Gregory, are you serious?"
Henry swallowed nervously, his face shifting from pain to joy as he began laughing uncontrollably. Gregory frowned and stepped aside, distancing himself from the fool.
"Are you in shock?"
Henry couldn't suppress the smile on his lips and ended up covering his face and giggling.
Gregory couldn't stand it anymore and sneered, "If you keep laughing, I'll send you to Africo to mine tomorrow."
Hearing this, Henry shivered and quickly shut his mouth.
"Not laughing anymore!"
He didn't want to go to Africo to mine; by the time he got back, everything would probably be over.
Gregory glanced at him indifferently, his long fingers tapping lightly on his knee. "So, what's going on?"
Henry tried hard to suppress the upward curve of his lips, his voice trembling slightly. "Gregory, you might not believe this, but I suspect that the child is mine."
"What?" Gregory looked at him, puzzled.
Henry, suppressing his inner joy, explained, "About three months ago, I ran into a drunk Tricia. I wanted to take her home, but she was so out of it that I had to take her to a hotel. I'm not exactly a gentleman, but I wouldn't do anything to someone who's that drunk. I was about to leave, but then she..."
He stopped mid-sentence, his face suddenly turning red as if recalling something exciting.
Gregory cleared his throat, interrupting him, "Alright, I don't need the details. So you two ended up sleeping together?"
Henry nodded vigorously, his eyes shining brightly.
Gregory asked, "How do you know the child is definitely yours?"
After all, that was the time when Tricia and Tom were together.
Anything could happen between a couple.
Henry revealed a mysterious smile. "I overheard Tricia talking to someone before. After she got together with Tom, he never touched her."
So, the child must be his!
The more Henry thought about it, the more excited he became. He stood up from the couch. "No, I have to tell Tricia this good news right away. She won't have to worry so much anymore!"
Gregory rubbed his forehead helplessly and called out, "No need, Abigail went shopping with her."
Henry's expression instantly turned to disappointment. "Really? Then I'll wait for her at home."
Gregory reminded him, "You should take this time to think about how to deal with your family."
Henry shivered, quickly pulling out his phone to call his dad.
Gregory was right; having made up his mind, he needed to address all the problems in advance to avoid causing unnecessary harm to Tricia later.
Watching his hurried departure, Gregory shook his head helplessly.
Did this guy forget this was his room?
Abigail and Tricia came back from shopping, having bought a lot of things and feeling much better.
With Abigail's persuasion, Tricia had come to terms with it.
No matter what the future holds, she couldn't deceive her feelings.
She admitted she loved Henry deeply, but there were indeed insurmountable obstacles between them.
Determined, she planned to confess her feelings to Henry tonight, making it clear that if he couldn't accept her child and her background, they couldn't be together.
However, just as they were about to get home, her phone rang from an unfamiliar number, interrupting her plan.
"Ms. Dixon, I'm Henry's mother. I'm in Aerilon now. Can we meet?"
Tricia's heart skipped a beat, nervously gripping Abigail's arm. "Abigail, I haven't even confessed yet, and Henry's mom is already contacting me."
She thought, 'Help! Why is dating Henry so difficult?'
Abigail saw the message from Henry's mother and felt a sinking feeling.
She had never met Henry's mother but had heard she was strong-willed and difficult to deal with.
Abigail glanced at Tricia, meeting her pleading eyes, feeling both speechless and helpless.
"Tricia, it's okay, go ahead. You'll have to face it sooner or later. I'll be right outside. If she says anything to make you uncomfortable, just walk away. It's okay!"
Tricia pouted in grievance, almost crying.
Why was she so unlucky!
But despite her grievances, she decided to go to the meeting.
They arranged to meet at a coffee shop with a serene environment and not many customers in the afternoon.
Skylar Tate was sitting by the window, elegantly sipping her coffee.
She was dressed in a white blazer with a matching skirt, high heels, and her hair neatly tied back, looking very professional.
The moment she saw her, Tricia felt her breath stop.
Why didn't anyone tell her that Henry's mom had such a strong presence?
Abigail noticed her nervousness, quietly squeezed her hand, and whispered, "Don't worry, I'll go with you."
Skylar saw the two of them and a faint smile appeared on her serious face. "Sit down."
The two exchanged a glance and said in unison, "Aunt Skylar."
Skylar nodded slightly, not beating around the bush, and looked at Tricia. "Ms. Dixon, you should know why I'm here, right?"
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