Chapter 11 Whose Child Was He?

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Sandra was crawling on the washing counter, throwing up, until her eyes were red, her body was weak, leaning against the wall and falling onto the floor.
The stirring continued in her stomach.
A thought suddenly came to her mind.
In the clinic, the doctor was skillfully writing the diagnosis.
"Being pregnant for 7 weeks. The fetus was slightly unstable, which need to be taken care of. Do you lose quite some blood recently?"
Sandra nodded in silence.
After the clinic, the sunshine was so bright to blaze her eyes.
Her thin fingers were touching her belly, trembling.
She could feel her heart was throbbing.
It was hard to imagine a tiny life was conceived there... Her baby with Clinton.
She should tell him about it.
When she was going downstairs, she almost fell down as her mind was elsewhere.
Her body was slanting and fell into warm and stable arms in a second.
A clear and clean sound came into her ear.
"Sandra, be careful."
She looked up to see his streamlined chin.
When did Eddie become taller than her? He could even hold her in his arms?
Sandra felt his warmth and stood straight by brushing off his hands.
"Thank you. Actually, you don't need to accompany me."
Her warmth disappeared from his arms immediately, which made him a bit disappointed. It was written on his clean and boy like face,
But it lasted just for a second and then he laughed immediately by holding her shoulders randomly.
"Sir told me to accompany you, which I must obey."
He laughed with bucktooth showing, sunny and warm.
Sandra felt comfortable with his touch on her shoulders. She smiled slightly.
"Let's go. Time to go back."
They both went into the car.
A humble black Mercedes-Benz was not far away parking along the road.
In the car, the atmosphere was sullen.
Charlize was sitting at the passenger seat. Although she didn't see clearly, she could imagine what had happened.
She sneered inside but expressed shock on her face while dragging Clinton's sleeve.
"Clinton, what happened? I heard Sandra came to the clinic and insisted that Eddie should accompany her. I was concerned about her health, so that we came..."
Clinton's body went stiff and his eyes were sharp gazing at them in a distance.
Some words uttered clearly from his gritted teeth.
"Health problem? No. She had never felt better!"
When Charlize told him that she went to the clinic, he worried that it could be that he was too rude to hurt her last night. So here he came with Charlize.
But to his surprise, she put on such a great show!
They had been so close already. But why did she act like Joan of Arc last night? Whom did she want to fool?
And he even felt he was guilty to her.
"Wait here."
Clinton opened the car door afterwards, as if he was about to kill someone.
Bang!
The car door was smashed closed with huge noise.
While Eddie got the engine on and was about to drive away.
Suddenly the window was knocked twice.
He opened the window, slightly annoyed. He saw the handsome face outside, angry.
Eddie opened his mouth, trying to say something, but Clinton knocked the window twice, speaking in a bad tone.
"Get off! Go to the other car!"
An obvious disappointment came to his eyes.
He turned back to see Sandra and then got off the car after Sandra agreed with her eyes.
Clinton got in the driver's seat.
The atmosphere was cold in the car.
Sandra was surprised while having the diagnosis in her hand.
"Sir, I ... I have something to tell you."
Before she could finish her sentence, Clinton snatched the diagnosis and started to read.
She was watching his rugged profile.
In a second Clinton scrabbled the paper into a ball and then threw it to her face.
Her eyes blushed. It looked like he was about to kill her, his teeth gritted.
"You are pregnant?" Tell me! Who's the father of this child?"