Become the Wife of A CEO

“What is it?” Sammy nervously asked as she saw her husband’s face change.Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Clara looked worried, her heart racing.

“You…” Sammy’s husband glanced up at Clara, and the words just wouldn’t come out of his mouth.

“You are not pregnant.”

“How’s that possible?” Sammy and Clara were stunned.

“I’ve doing physical checkups at Kirkland Hospital.”

Clara mumbled.

But Sammy’s husband wouldn’t lie, so…

Clara suddenly realized.

It was the hospital.

Clara was not in the mood for dinner after this, she said goodbye to Sammy and her husband in a rush and took a cab outside by the street to the hospital in the neighbor city.

She was, indeed, not pregnant after checking.

Clara walked out of the hospital absent-minded with the report in her hand, thinking about what the doctor just said.

In fact, she did not have a baby. Her late period and nausea due to her hurt stomach were all because of a kind of medication she took accidentally.

So someone did this to let people think Clara was pregnant and then bribed the staff in Kirkland Hospital to give her the fake pregnancy report.

Clara suddenly felt guilty at the thought of Russell’s care, and Horace and others’ joy.

Sitting at the subway station, Clara scrolled through the contacts on her phone over and over and finally called Horace after thinking for a while.

Horace was working in his office when the phone rang, and he instantly picked it up seeing it was from Clara.

“Hi, honey!”

“Horace.”

Clara said in a broken voice on the other side of the phone, which made Horace startled instantaneously.

“What happened?” he asked quickly.

“Sorry, I’m sorry…” Clara sobbed, “I’m not pregnant. I let you all down.”

Horace was dumbfounded.

Not pregnant?

Feeling a little down, but soon he left this behind.

Because his heart broke hearing her crying.

“Where are you?” Horace said, “I’ll come for you.”

Clara hung up as she said the name of the hospital.

It started to rain and rained more heavily just like her crying eyes and bad mood.

She couldn’t go home as she didn’t bring an umbrella and she didn’t want to. Sitting at the subway station while being dead inside, she didn’t even realize she was all soaked.

Thinking about the joy of the people around her, Clara felt embarrassed and growingly guilty.

All of a sudden, she was held up to a warm chest, which made her feel better in coldness.

Clara turned around and saw the angry yet loving eyes of Horace.

She thought he was angry about her not being pregnant, so she apologized while curling up in his embrace, “Sorry, I’m sorry…”

Horace felt worse seeing her like this.

“Babe, it’s not your fault. Don’t be hard on yourself.” Horace held her tightly on his legs.

“But they were so happy, I must have let them down…” Clara said with a weakening voice.

Feeling that something was wrong, Horace checked her head with his hand and found that it was burning.

Horace told Isaac to bring them home as soon as possible and call the family doctor over as he was worried sick.

Horace watched Clara take the medicine and then tucked her in bed.

After that, he called Isaac and said gloomily, “Go find out what happened about the fake pregnancy.”

…

Clara woke up the next evening.

Horace got her upright and helped her with the medicine.

Clara started to blame herself again with her head down.

“Sorry, Horace, I’m not pregnant. I let everyone down.”

Horace sat over to the bedside, held her with the quilt, and whispered, “Honey, it’s not your fault. Stop blaming yourself. This is fate.”

Clara was still upset but nodded anyway as what he said did make sense.

“Don’t worry, I’ll figure this out,” Horace promised Clara while looking at her.

“But grandpa…” Clara couldn’t stop blaming herself, thinking that their grandpa in his sixties was supposed to enjoy happiness instead of disappointment.

“Listen, this was not your fault.” Horace frowned and made her look at himself by turning her head, “We can reason with him. He’ll know it was not your fault after I figure this out, and he won’t blame you.”

He kissed the tears on her face away and then kissed on her lips, so tenderly like she was the most delicate treasure in this world.

Feeling his love, Clara finally calmed down and fell asleep again while breathing gently.

Horace put her down, tucked her in, and rolled over to the living room.

Isaac had finished the investigation and came back.

“Mr. Kirkland.”

“How’s it going?” Horace asked coldly.

“I’ve figured it out. I asked those who worked for our family and Kirkland hospital, and they said it was Ashlee and Sean. They changed the supplements Sir Russell gave Mrs. Kirkland to make it look like she was pregnant. But those medications are toxic. She could no longer be pregnant with prolonged consumption. They also paid the hospital to give her the fake pregnancy report.”

Hearing the investigation result, Horace was furious and loathed the cruelty of Ashlee and Sean.

“Good.” Horace’s anger was so raw that he even looked composed with his index finger patting on the arm of the wheelchair, “Isaac.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Go get Ashlee to the warehouse, I’ll make her pay.”

Looking at Horace’s cold face, Isaac instantly got the idea that he was really angry this time and wouldn’t spare her for the old time’s sake.

Ashlee didn’t expect to be caught and be left in the basement.

She was a little dreadful, thinking who would have the gut to take her right now, until…

Isaac pushed Horace in the wheelchair from the door, step by step, getting closer and clearer, like a demon walking towards her silently.

Ashlee somehow started to panic, but she knew she couldn’t panic and show her softness without knowing what happened.

“Horace, why did you have me here?” she struggled, “Is that how you treat your lifesaver?”

Horace didn’t bother to answer and asked with the wheelchair pulling over in front of her, “Did you do something to my wife’s pregnancy?”