CHAPTER 593: CHAPTER 593: YOU’RE PREGNANT

The nurse came in upon hearing the commotion, somewhat wary as she looked at James Grant, then positioned herself in front of Evelyn Clayton.

"Miss Clayton, do you know this person?" The nurse was puzzled; why hadn’t she mentioned him earlier?

Evelyn Clayton’s eyelashes slightly drooped, "Not well. I don’t want to see him, please ask him to leave."

The nurse, hearing this, glanced at James Grant’s expression, then at Evelyn Clayton’s expression, confirming that they indeed seemed to have a bad relationship, she said firmly, "Sir, you can leave! If you linger any longer, I’ll have to call security!"

James Grant’s eyes turned crimson as he coldly stared at Evelyn Clayton.

Even though Evelyn Clayton wasn’t looking at him, she could still feel the burning gaze resting on her, almost scorching her.

"Evelyn Clayton..." James Grant spoke grimly, his voice raspy and low, "You’re really going to be so heartless, aren’t you?"

The pain in Evelyn Clayton’s eyes flickered, but she masked it well.

Slowly, and word by word, she made her tone sound cold and detached, "James Grant, I was just using you. Now that you’re no longer useful, there’s no need for me to pretend anymore."

"Fine, fine..."

The man’s voice grew smaller until he scoffed.

"Good for you, Evelyn Clayton."

James Grant no longer lingered and turned to leave.

Upon hearing the bang of the door closing, Evelyn Clayton’s body trembled slightly.

An ineffable nausea welled up from her stomach, accompanied by a mysterious coldness spreading throughout her body, eventually engulfing her entirely.

Just before losing consciousness, Evelyn Clayton heard the nurse’s startled cry.

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When she awoke again, Evelyn Clayton finally saw Yara Reagan.

As soon as she opened her eyes, Yara Reagan’s swollen, walnut-like eyes came into view.

"You’re awake?"

Yara Reagan sobbed, murmuring words Evelyn Clayton couldn’t understand.

Powerlessly smiling, barely audible: "Stop crying... I didn’t die."

"Don’t say that..." Yara Reagan cried gasping for air, "You, you were fine, how did this— you, you..."

She was crying so sorrowfully, Evelyn Clayton almost thought she had been diagnosed with a terminal illness.

Evelyn Clayton forced herself to sit up, Yara Reagan hurriedly helped her, tears falling uncontrollably like a faucet, impossible to stop.

"What exactly happened? Why are you crying like this?" Evelyn Clayton’s expression grew more grave; this girl couldn’t hide anything. Could she really have a terminal illness?

After a while, Yara Reagan finally managed to stop her tears, trembling as she said, "Evelyn, what are we going to do... you’re pregnant."

Evelyn Clayton’s mind roared like she had been punched fiercely.

A sharp ringing sounded in her ears; Evelyn Clayton instinctively touched her stomach, then looked at Yara Reagan’s tear-streaked face, feeling as if she were in a dream.

"Wha, what?" Evelyn Clayton struggled to speak, "I—"

"The doctor said it might be because your health was too poor before, so the tests didn’t show it... but you are indeed, two months pregnant."

Yara Reagan whimpered, wiping away tears, "You need to rest well now, don’t think about James Grant’s issue. Once you’re a bit better, we’ll think about what to do about the baby."

At last, Evelyn Clayton regained her senses.

She dazedly looked at the phone on the bedside, seeing she had been unconscious for a whole day, her headache growing.

After a long time, Evelyn Clayton pinched her brows and said softly, "James Grant came yesterday, did you know?"