Chapter 150
Did Frederick figure out she was pregnant?
Maeve’s pupils contracted sharply. Her fingers dug into the blanket, a layer of clammy sweat forming on her palms.
Staring straight at him, she swallowed hard past her dry throat. Her heart hammered wildly in her chest.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
It felt like it was going to beat right out of her throat.
Frederick grasped her icy hand, his rigid knuckles feeling like a snake coiling around her.
Maeve couldn’t move. She went completely stiff, her shoulders pulled taut.
Finally, Frederick parted his lips to speak.
“Maeve, do you have some terminal illness? Are you refusing to tell me because you’re afraid of breaking my heart? Is that why you’re so desperate to divorce me, so you can sneak off to some place without me and suffer all alone p>
The more he thought about it, the more sense it made. It explained why she would throw away five years of love and beg their elders for a divorce.
But just thinking about it left him suffocating with heartache.
How… how had he only just realized this?
Frederick pulled her into a fierce embrace, holding her so tightly as if she might vanish into thin air.
“Maeve, you don’t have to worry. No matter what happens, I’ll face it with you p>
So he had completely misunderstood. Maeve’s heart instantly dropped back into place. Still feeling weak from the scare, she gritted her teeth, shoved him away, and snapped.
“I think you’re the one who’s truly sick p>
“You’re a total psycho p>
“You’re beyond saving p>
But Frederick just assumed she was putting up a brave front. His heart ached so much that his eyes grew red.
“Maeve, don’t worry. When the specialists get here, just cooperate with the exam. Once we get the results, no matter what they say, I’ll pay any price to cure you p>
Maeve was utterly speechless.
At first, his words felt ridiculously absurd, but now, she wasn’t even surprised.
Frederick always operated on his own twisted logic, no matter the situation.
He was stubborn, bullheaded, and only believed what he wanted to believe.
She wasn’t going to try reasoning with a lunatic.
It would be like talking to a brick wall.
Maeve showed her defiance through actions. She threw off the covers to get out of bed, but Frederick pushed her right back down.
“Maeve, don’t ignore your health. Be good. Everything will be okay p>
Maeve pinched the bridge of her nose. She was just about to speak when a knock came at the door.
She looked over to see Samuel standing in the doorway.
Seeing Frederick turn his way, he spoke respectfully.
“Boss, Tristan Kingsley is here. Mrs. Fairchild would like to see you p>
Hearing that name, Frederick frowned and stood up. He tucked the blankets around Maeve and instructed her.
“Wait here for me p>
Maeve didn’t respond, lightly rubbing her fingertips together beneath the covers.
An image unexpectedly surfaced in her mind—the sight of Tristan and Zoe embracing at the hospital.
Zoe was about to be sent abroad, and Tristan just happened to show up?
They certainly didn’t seem like they were on bad terms p>
Frederick patted her head, stood up, and left the room.
A moment later, Maeve tossed off the covers and quietly followed him.
In the other suite.
When Frederick arrived, he saw Tristan and Zoe standing opposite Beatrice.
He didn’t know what they had been discussing, but Beatrice’s face was grim, her chest heaving violently.
Frowning, Frederick stepped to her side and cast a cold glare at Tristan.
“Mr. Kingsley. This is a rare visit. What urgent matter brings you here today p>
Tristan’s expression was equally dark. He pointed to the wound on Zoe’s wrist, speaking in a displeased tone.
“I heard you’re sending Zoe out of the country? Look at her. How could you bear to force her away? Besides, she belongs to our family to Sending her abroad without copeulting the Kingsleys- do you have no respect for us at all p>
Frederick locked his eyes on Zoe.
“Did you call Mr. Kingsley here p>
Zoe bit her lip, avoiding his gaze.