Chapter 148
Maeve’s body felt incredibly weak. Her ears rang as if she were underwater, the voices fading in and out.
But she sharply caught the word ‘doctor p>
Panic seized her. She struggled up from Frederick’s arms, digging her fingers into his forearm to force herself to stand up straight.
“No… I don’t need a doctor p>
At those words, Frederick looked down at her.
It wasn’t just him. Even Zoe, who was still sobbing on the floor begging Beatrice, shot a glance her way, her eyes flashing with a subtle wariness.
Maeve caught the look, an intense suspicion crossing her mind as she frowned.
She understood why Frederick would be confused by her refusal.
But Zoe? What was she being so cautious about?
Frederick placed his hands on Maeve’s shoulders, studying her pale face with deep concern.
“You look terrible. Why won’t you see a doctor p>
Maeve pushed him away. Her hand naturally moved toward her stomach, but she forced herself to stop, curling her fingers tightly instead.
Masking her thoughts, she lowered her eyes and spoke plainly.
“It’s just low blood sugar. Let’s not waste the doctor’s time p>
“No.” Frederick grabbed her wrist again.
“You look awful. You need to be examined by a doctor. Once we get the results, we’ll go home and get you properly nursed back to health p>
“I said no!” Maeve violently wrenched her hand away, her voice rising sharply.
Frederick stared blankly at his empty hand.
“Maeve, I’m just worried about you p>
“Really?” Maeve sneered.
“How worried? So worried that you didn’t even notice you shoved me into a table p>
Frederick subconsciously looked down at his palms.
He hadn’t realized that at all.
Maeve took in his expression, her mockery deepening.
“Frederick, save your fake concern. I don’t need it p>
Frederick stubbornly pulled her hand back.
“If you got hurt, then you definitely need a check-up p>
Maeve tried to shake him off again, but his grip was too tight this time. Unable to break free, she glared at him coldly.
“Let me go, Frederick. I told you I’m not seeing a doctor. Let me go p>
For some reason, Zoe wiped her tears and chimed in to stop him as well.
“Frederick, if Maeve doesn’t want to, just let it go. Don’t force her, or you’ll just end up fighting and ruining your relationship p>
She knew full well that Frederick was deeply in love with Maeve.
Otherwise, a prideful man like him wouldn’t constantly chase after her, lower himself in front of her, or lose control of his emotions.
If she hadn’t constantly played the victim and weaponized his guilt over Felix, Frederick would have shifted all his favoritism back to Maeve long ago.
If Maeve wanted to hide her pregnancy, Zoe was more than happy to help her.
She absolutely could not let Frederick find out about the baby. If he did, there would be no place for her in this family, and Frederick would never favor her the way he used to.
She couldn’t go back to the Kingsleys, and she had no home of her own.
Tying herself securely to Frederick was the only way she could seize control in the Fairchild family!
Frederick didn’t look at Zoe. His gaze was fixated on Maeve’s pale, gaunt face. The healthy curves he had nurtured over the years were completely gone. He couldn’t resist reaching out to touch her cheek only to feel sharp bone.
Was she sick?
Realizing this, Frederick loosened his grip on her wrist.
“Maeve, the doctor is already here. Let him take a look p>
Maeve frowned, rubbing the cheek he had just touched. Hearing this she abruptly looked toward the door and indeed saw a doctor in a white coat standing there. The forced indifference in her eyes instantly gave way to panic.
Frederick’s heavy gaze homed in on her.
He stared straight at her, capturing her gaze.
His icy, penetrating stare brought a crushing pressure, as if he could easily shatter her composure.
Maeve’s throat felt bone-dry, her nerves pulled taut. It was as if a knife were pressed against her neck, sending a chilling shiver down her spine. Her expressionunconsciously betrayed pure terror.