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"Miss Isabella Anderson, you're pregnant."
The doctor's words were like a bolt of lightning, jolting the drowsy Isabella awake, her eyes wide with shock. "…What?"
How was that possible?
Although she was nineteen, she had never had any intimate relations with any man!
The doctor handed her the test results.
"It's been four months already. Your health condition doesn't permit an abortion; you'll have to carry the baby to term."
Isabella returned home in a daze. Her father, Lucas Anderson, harshly reprimanded her and checked the surveillance footage, only to find that four months ago, due to her poor health, she had been obediently staying at home, never leaving.
However, the outside world didn't believe this. People mocked her in private:
"She's still making excuses about not having an affair with a random man. The Mitchell family is really pitiful to be engaged to someone like her!"
"She's fat and ugly, and her family background isn't great. Getting engaged to the Mitchell family was a stroke of luck for her. Now that she's pregnant out of wedlock, the Mitchell family will surely call off the engagement, right?"
Amidst the speculation, Dylan Mitchell visited the Anderson family.
By then, Isabella's belly was already huge, her eight-month pregnancy bump obscuring her feet.
In the study, Lucas cautiously asked, "Mr. Mitchell, are you here to call off the engagement?"
Dylan's response was unexpected: "…No, my grandfather doesn't agree!"
The Mitchell family was a top-tier wealthy family, while the Anderson family was merely middle-class. Seizing the opportunity to call off the engagement would be reasonable, and no one would blame the Mitchells.
The more Dylan thought about it, the angrier he became. He roared, "I've always found her pig face disgusting, and now she's carrying another man's child. Why should I be the one to clean up this mess?"
Lucas immediately assured, "Mr. Mitchell, don't worry. As soon as she gives birth, I'll get rid of the child!"
Isabella, who had been silent, suddenly looked up. "No."
In the past few months, she had moved from confusion and bewilderment to reluctantly accepting reality. Every day she felt the baby's heartbeat more clearly and had developed a deep affection for the child.
The child was innocent and couldn't be abandoned.
She wanted to call off the engagement!
But at that moment, she suddenly felt a series of pains and contractions in her abdomen. She was going into labor!!
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Five years later.
"Mommy, wake up. The plane is landing~"
The clear voice made Isabella open her eyes and she was greeted by the sight of a delicate, adorable little face.
Amelia blinked her big, grape-like eyes and rested her chin on her hands. "Mommy, are we going back to look for Daddy this time?"
Isabella stretched lazily and sat up from the comfortable business class seat. "You don't have a daddy."
Amelia Anderson sighed like a little adult. "I'm not three years old anymore, Mommy. I won't believe that nonsense. I couldn't have just popped out of a trash bin, could I?"
"…"
Isabella didn't respond. She tied up her long, wavy hair, revealing her tan skin, shapely nose, and rosy lips. Her slender figure made her a striking presence on the plane.
Amelia continued to grumble, "If we're not looking for Daddy, are we looking for my brother?"
Brother...
Isabella's eyes flashed with coldness.
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