CHAPTER 2: CHAPTER 2: SHE’S PREGNANT?

"It wasn’t arranged by you?" Caden Hawthorne looked surprised, momentarily stunned where he stood.

"What? Did you break your vow last night? Did you sleep with that girl?"

Grandpa Hawthorne suddenly sensed something was off and immediately leaned forward, gossiping incessantly, "Come on, tell Grandpa, whose girl was she?"

Grandpa Hawthorne beamed with joy, "I thought you’d be a monk for life, why are you suddenly enlightened?"

Caden Hawthorne’s handsome face showed slight unease as he lowered his head and said, "Grandpa, there’s work to be done at the company, I’ll be going now."

Finishing his words, Caden Hawthorne quickly left without waiting for Old Master Hawthorne to react.

"Hey, you brat, come back and make things clear!"

Seeing Caden run away before finishing his sentence, Old Master Hawthorne’s face turned angry, blowing his beard and glaring, "That rotten temper, I wonder which woman would dare to marry you in the future."

Old Master Hawthorne seemed to think of something, his face lit up with joy, and he hurriedly called Butler Hughes.

"Butler Hughes, quickly check who was with the young master last night."

Simon Hughes nodded respectfully and replied, "Yes, sir."

Over a month later.

Vivian Lynch looked at the pregnancy test stick in her hand, feeling unwell all over.

Two lines? She’s pregnant?

"Knock knock..."

At this moment, the voice of her best friend Stella Fletcher came from outside the bathroom, "Vivian, are you done yet?"

Vivian Lynch jolted and dropped the pregnancy test stick to the ground out of shock.

Two lines, she’s pregnant?

Vivian Lynch couldn’t believe her eyes, she must have seen it wrong, quickly picking up the test stick from the ground to look again.

Still two lines.

"Vivian? Are you okay? Did you hear me?"

Stella Fletcher’s voice came from outside the bathroom again, sounding a bit anxious.

Vivian Lynch came back to her senses, put away the pregnancy test stick, washed her hands, and then opened the bathroom door.

Stella Fletcher relaxed a little when she saw Vivian Lynch coming out of the bathroom, "Vivian, I thought you were going to do something silly! So what if you’re being sold by your foster parents? It’s okay, I’ll protect you from now on. I think you shouldn’t go back to that home."

For this past month, Vivian Lynch didn’t dare to go back home, afraid her foster parents would force her to marry Director Warner’s son, so she kept hiding at her friend’s house.

"Vivian, what’s wrong? Why do you look so pale?"

Stella Fletcher seemed to notice her poor complexion and immediately reached out to touch her forehead, "Are you sick?"

"Stella, I might really be sick, I need to go to the hospital to check it out." Vivian Lynch took Stella Fletcher’s hand off her forehead, feeling tense and fearful inside.

Stella Fletcher nodded, "Okay, I’ll go with you."

The Hawthorne Group’s building soared into the clouds, standing out in the city skyline.

The spacious and bright building, tall design, provided a grand and magnificent impression, especially the four big characters "Hawthorne Tower" at the top, attesting to its status in this city.

At this moment, the CEO’s office on the 88th floor.

Caden Hawthorne sat cold-faced in his office chair, while his assistant Bryan Coleman was reporting work to him.

"President Hawthorne, these are the planning proposals for this month, please have a look."

Caden Hawthorne looked at the thick stack of planning proposals in front of him, his slender fingers flipping through them page by page.

The farther he read, the colder his expression became, and he then angrily tossed the proposals aside, "What kind of nonsense is this? In such a large department, is there no one who can design something innovative?"

Seeing Caden Hawthorne get angry, Bryan Coleman broke out in a cold sweat, immediately crouching down to pick them up one by one.

What’s been going on with President Hawthorne recently? He’s been moody, often distracted at work, occasionally losing his temper.

People say being around a boss is like being around a tiger.

Bryan Coleman felt his boss was no different from an ancient emperor.

After picking up the planning proposals, Bryan Coleman grinned and said, "President Hawthorne, please calm down!"

"Go, tell the planning department to redo everything, make it anew. If they can’t deliver something satisfactory within a month, they’ll all pack up and leave!" Caden Hawthorne pointed to the office door, his expression so grim it was frightening, his tone wrapped in flames of anger.

Bryan Coleman knew that President Hawthorne was putting pressure on the planning department.

Once President Hawthorne gets angry, who knows how many people under him will suffer!

"Yes, I’ll go immediately." Bryan Coleman, eager to save his life, nodded and bowed, quickly leaving the office.

Aethelgard First Hospital

Vivian Lynch walked out of the doctor’s office clutching a report, not sure how she made it out, feeling dazed, as the doctor’s words echoed in her ears, "Miss Lynch, congratulations, you are five weeks pregnant."

How could this be?

Vivian Lynch never expected, with only one time, she would get caught, especially after taking contraceptive pills; could they have been expired?

Stella Fletcher, upon seeing Vivian Lynch come out, promptly went to ask with concern, "Vivian, how did it go? What did the doctor say?"

Vivian Lynch’s mind was buzzing, looking at Stella Fletcher in front of her, her hands trembling, instinctively grabbing her shoulders.

"Vivian, what’s wrong?" Feeling her abnormality, Stella Fletcher immediately grew nervous.

"Nothing, just my legs feel weak, help me sit over there, please!"

Upon hearing this, Stella Fletcher nodded and helped Vivian Lynch to sit on the public seats in the hallway.

At that moment, a black Bentley was heading toward the hospital.

"Old Hughes, drive faster." Old Master Hawthorne urged the butler impatiently.

The butler calmly soothed Old Master Hawthorne’s emotions, "Sir, don’t get anxious; perhaps Miss Lynch is merely here for a routine checkup."

"Who on earth goes to the hospital for no reason? She’s definitely pregnant." At this, Old Master Hawthorne became agitated, "Drive faster, I need to see my granddaughter-in-law quickly."

At this moment, Old Master Hawthorne was burning with impatience, wishing he could fly to the hospital immediately.

A few days ago, Old Master Hawthorne found out the girl was named Vivian Lynch, 20 years old, majoring in design, interning at a small company under the Hawthorne Group. Her foster parents wanted to sell her to Director Warner’s son and she didn’t dare go home, hiding outside for more than a month.

Upon hearing she’d gone to the hospital, he couldn’t sit still and hurriedly asked the butler to drive to the hospital.

The more Old Master Hawthorne thought about it, the happier he became; if this girl truly was pregnant, it would be wonderful.

His grandson, day in and day out, only knows how to believe in Buddhism, talking about self-cultivation, he was really afraid that he might come up with something strange one day.

So, he introduced him to so many women, tried all sorts of methods, but he wasn’t interested, let alone touching them.

Therefore, this girl is special.

"What? You’re pregnant?" Stella Fletcher stood up in shock, staring at the report Vivian Lynch handed over.

Vivian Lynch worried about the noise disturbing others in the hospital, quickly making a gesture to silence, "Shh, keep your voice down."

Stella Fletcher sat back on the bench, whispering, "Is the baby that man’s from that night?"