Under His Protection

Chapter 4 Pregnant

As soon as the words fell, a sudden wave of discomfort hit her again. She turned around and dry-heaved for a while, but this time, nothing came out.

“Just one glass of wine and you’re like this?”

Uh oh, was she being judged?!

“No, my stomach has been feeling a bit off lately, so I had such a big reaction,” Isabella explained.

Vincent’s eyebrows furrowed even tighter, feeling a bit angry inside. In fact, he had felt uneasy ever since he saw Isabella sitting there drinking with that older man.

“Drinking when your stomach is upset?”

Isabella felt that the situation was extremely strange. She didn’t know this person, so it was already nice of him to help. But the way he spoke sounded like he cared about her and was a bit angry at the same time.

“Go to the hospital for a check-up.”

“Huh?” Isabella was momentarily stunned, then quickly agreed, “Okay, I will go later. Thank you so much just now. Um, may I ask…”

“I said go now.”

Isabella hadn’t fully recovered from her daze when the man already grabbed her hand and led her outside.

Isabella followed along in a daze for a few steps, suddenly realizing that something was wrong and stopped in her tracks.

“Mister…”

Vincent calmly interrupted her, “My name is Vincent.”

Isabella nodded and complied, “Mr. Vincent, I’m really grateful just now, but I…”

Before she could finish her sentence, Vincent handed her a business card.

Seeing that Isabella didn’t trust him, he deliberately softened his tone, “You should go to the hospital immediately. This is my business card. If you’re worried, you can call your friend.”

“…,” Isabella had nothing to say. It wasn’t until she got into the car that she realized she hadn’t brought her phone or wallet. Where did she get the courage to follow someone she just met?

Later, whenever Isabella thought back to this “first meeting,” she felt that she had been completely blinded by Vincent’s charm at the time.

Once she got into the car, she regretted it. It seemed like the man knew what she was thinking, as he unlocked his phone and handed it to her.

“You can call your friend.”

Isabella breathed a sigh of relief and thanked him before taking the phone.

Audrey was extremely worried when she couldn’t find Isabella. When she received her call and bombarded her with questions, Isabella briefly explained what had just happened and mentioned that a kind-hearted man wanted to take her to the hospital for a check-up.

Audrey, sounding skeptical, said, “Who is he, and what’s his name? Nowadays, where do you find such random kindness? You’re so naive. Even if someone sells you, you have to count the money for them.”

Isabella rolled her eyes, first glanced awkwardly at Vincent, who wasn’t looking their way, and then whispered, “He said his name is Vincent. I saw his business card.”

“Vincent?!” Audrey exclaimed in surprise. After calming down, she breathed a sigh of relief, “Oh, that’s fine then. He’s my brother’s friend. I don’t know what the company wants from me again. Isabella, you just focus on going to the hospital with him for a check-up. I’ll come find you after I finish up here. Call me if anything happens.”

Isabella didn’t expect things to turn out so coincidentally. The person who kindly helped her happened to be Audrey’s brother’s friend.

After hanging up the phone, she handed the phone back to Vincent.

After that, the car fell silent.

Isabella mentally prepared herself and then spoke, “Mr. Vincent, according to Audrey, you’re her brother’s friend.”

Vincent glanced at her and then nodded after a moment.

Isabella smiled and briefly explained her relationship with Audrey.

After listening to Isabella’s words, Vincent remained silent for a long time.

He hadn’t seen Audrey before. According to Hall’s complaints, she was a very busy person. But he had a brother, Hall, who was obsessed with his sister, so every time they met, all he talked about was his sister. So Audrey was a familiar stranger.

After listening to Isabella’s words, he suddenly remembered something. Hall always complained that his sister had a pitiful friend with a wicked mother and a twin sister.

Just as she came of age, her mother made her go out and earn money, even taking her salary card. Isabella had saved up her university tuition herself.

Was Isabella that pitiful friend?

Wicked mother and sister?

Vincent suppressed the inexplicable displeasure in his heart and struggled to control his emotions, not wanting his feelings to show on his face, for fear of scaring Isabella, who had been discreetly observing him.

The two arrived at the hospital, and Vincent helped Isabella register, get blood drawn, and get a prescription.

Isabella sat in the waiting area, holding the prescription. She couldn’t understand the data on it, but she felt a bit panicked for no reason. Thinking about the various discomforts she had experienced recently, she was worried that she might have some incurable disease.

Lost in thought, she didn’t even hear her number being called.

It wasn’t until Vincent, who was waiting with her, called her that she, like a soulless body, followed him into the examination room.

“Give me the prescription,” the doctor pushed his glasses up and reached out to Isabella.

“Um,” Isabella said, handing over the prescription.

Then she stared at the doctor’s face without blinking.

The doctor looked at the prescription, frowned at first, then his expression slowly turned serious.

Isabella’s heart felt like it was being squeezed by a big hand, anxiously twisting her slender fingers.

The doctor glanced at Isabella first, then looked at Vincent, his expression very ugly.

Isabella’s voice trembled as she asked, “Doctor, do I have a serious illness? Stomach cancer?”

Vincent’s heart sank as well.

The doctor didn’t answer her but asked, “Did you drink before coming here?”

Isabella nodded, then immediately defended herself, “I just had one glass and then I vomited.”

The doctor gave her a glare, and Isabella trembled, reaching out and grabbing Vincent’s clothes. She surprisingly grabbed the corner of his clothes accurately.

Vincent looked down at the slender fingers holding onto his clothes, subtly moving closer to Isabella, standing even closer to her.

The doctor also saw this scene. He no longer glared at Isabella but turned his gaze to Vincent.

“The girl doesn’t know any better, and you, as her boyfriend, don’t know either?”

Isabella was stunned for a moment, then subconsciously retorted, “He’s not…”

“She’s already pregnant, and you let her drink? What kind of boyfriend are you?” The doctor’s face was stern and severe.

Isabella’s retort choked in her throat. She was first incredulous, then looked at Vincent, seeking confirmation in her eyes: Did I hear that right?This belongs © NôvelDra/ma.Org.