
Isabella instantly understood, her eyes widened in shock as she looked up at Vincent.

Vincent met her gaze, his hand gently resting on her abdomen.

"Inside here, is my child," he said.

Isabella: ...

Isabella's mind went blank.

She scrutinized Vincent carefully.

High nose, thin lips, deep eyes, and at this moment, there was seriousness in his gaze.

That night, she had been drugged and her mind was foggy. The next day when she woke up, she only wanted to leave, so she had no idea what the man she had a one-night stand with looked like.

This child came unexpectedly, and she was barely able to take care of herself, let alone him.

But before Isabella could express her thoughts, Vincent spoke up, straightforwardly saying, "Isabella, I will take responsibility. Let's get married."

Isabella was surprised by his words, but she was rational. Without hesitation, she rejected him.

"No, i


Randall couldn't believe it when he heard that Isabella and Timothy had called off their engagement. He couldn't wrap his head around it, so he dashed straight to Timothy's office.

"Are you brainwashed by Angela again?" he blurted out.

Even though Timothy and Angela seemed to blame Isabella for everything, Randall couldn't agree. He was convinced that Angela was behind it all, plotting against Isabella.

"Why do you have such a grudge against Angela?" Timothy frowned.

Randall scoffed, "Because I've known Angela since we were kids. Do you know how many times she's schemed against Isabella?"

Now, every time Timothy heard Isabella's name, he felt annoyed, especially seeing Randall unconditionally defending her.

"She already had an engagement but went messing around with others. I saw it with my own eyes, can't blame anyone else for it," Timothy asserted.

Randall was taken aback at fi


Vincent was also quite shocked, but he was calmer than Isabella. He had already calculated everything since that night. However, the doctor didn't care about their feelings and handed the report to Vincent.

"Alright, take her to the obstetrics and gynecology department for a more detailed examination," the doctor said, then called the next patient.

Isabella followed Vincent out of the ward like a puppet without consciousness, clutching his clothes.

Vincent didn't say anything, allowing her to cling to his clothes. Seeing the crowded hospital corridor, he extended his arm gently around Isabella's shoulder, protecting her in his embrace.

He led Isabella out of the hospital without saying a word. Isabella was lost in her thoughts about how to deal with the situation until Vincent helped her open the car door, snapping her back to reality.

"Mr. Vincent, I may need to go to the obstetrics and gynecology department for another checkup," Isabella said.

Vincent nodded. "I know. Get in the car. We're going to another hospital."

Isabella obediently got into the car, but it wasn't until Vincent gently closed the door and sat on the other side that she realized.

"Why do we need to go to another hospital?" Isabella asked.

Vincent didn't answer. Instead, he told the driver the destination and immediately called Hall.

Hall had just finished dealing with a mess and was chatting with the host of the banquet, Smith, about today's events. Suddenly, he received a call from his chat buddy, and when he answered, his tone was still teasing.

"Hey, Vincent, what's up? The beauty is pregnant and still has time to call me?"

Vincent couldn't be bothered with small talk and said directly, "Come to the hospital now."

Hall was puzzled. "What's up at the hospital?"

"Arrange a checkup for someone."

Although Hall didn't know the reason, he stood up, excused himself to Smith, and hurried to the parking lot.

"For whom? The girl you just met? What's wrong with her, and why does she need a checkup?" Hall bombarded Vincent with questions.

Vincent was annoyed by the questions but simply said, "Prenatal checkup," and hung up the phone.

Hall looked at the hung-up phone, feeling a bit puzzled.

Vincent really knew how to make an entrance.

The car ride was smooth, and by the time they arrived at the hospital, Isabella was almost asleep from the bumps.

Following Vincent into the hospital, they went straight to the obstetrics and gynecology department.

Hall was already waiting for them at the door.

Seeing them, he first teased Vincent and then looked at Isabella. She was beautiful, refreshing, and clean. Hall had never imagined what kind of person Vincent would like, but seeing Isabella, his first reaction was that she seemed like someone Vincent would like.

Vincent introduced them.

Isabella's face lit up with surprise when she heard "Hall."

"You're Audrey's brother," she said.

Hall nodded. He had heard Audrey mention her friend every day, so he couldn't forget Isabella's name.

He didn't expect Vincent's object of affection to be Audrey's good friend.

Vincent handed the report to Hall.

Taking it, Isabella watched Hall's face closely for any changes as he read the report.

Seeing Hall's face change from calm to shocked, she already had an answer in her heart.

Sure enough, she heard Hall say, "According to the report, she's pregnant."

Isabella breathed a sigh of relief, finally accepting the fact that she was pregnant.

Vincent remained calm and only said, "Hall, arrange for her follow-up checkups."

Hall nodded and took them to his office to wait, then went to arrange the examinations.

After Hall left, Isabella bit her lip and said awkwardly, "Mr. Vincent..."

"Call me Vincent," Vincent interrupted.

Although Isabella didn't understand his intentions, she nodded and said, "Vincent, can you lend me some money?"

The words made her fair face suddenly blush, and she added, "Don't worry, I'll pay you back as soon as possible."

Vincent didn't say anything, just took out his wallet and asked, "How much do you need?"

Isabella estimated and said, "Twenty thousand."

Vincent nodded and didn't ask her why she needed the money. He simply took out a card from his wallet and handed it to her. "There are two million in it, no password."

Isabella: ...

Borrowing twenty thousand and getting two million?

Does this person have a problem with his head?

Wasn't he the president of a group according to the business card? How could a president do something so foolish?

Isabella looked at the card, too afraid to take it.

Vincent said, "Take it. I don't have that much cash on me right now."

Isabella took the card, thinking that she would return the unused portion to him later.

Hall acted quickly and soon came to take them for an ultrasound.

In the ultrasound room, Isabella followed the nurse inside.

Vincent and Hall stood behind the curtain, silent.

Lying on the ultrasound bed, the nurse applied the cold, viscous gel to Isabella's belly and placed the machine on it.

Isabella suddenly felt nervous. She tried to relax and engage the nurse in conversation.

"Can I ask how much it costs for an abortion here?" Isabella asked the nurse.

Hearing her question, the nurse smiled and introduced the hospital's abortion packages to her.

Standing behind the curtain, Hall's breath hitched when he heard Isabella's question. He glanced at Vincent beside him.

Vincent frowned, his face dark. He moved his foot slightly.

Hall quickly grabbed him, soothingly saying, "Stay calm. Let's wait until she finishes the examination."

Vincent took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down.

Hall pointed at the machine for Vincent to see. "Look here, this is the gestational sac."

Vincent didn't say anything, looking at the small gestational sac, feeling an inexplicable calmness.

He had never thought about what it would be like to have a child one day. He thought he would be like most people in his circle, wanting to start a family and have children with a socialite, but he had never considered the question of love.

Now, Isabella's sudden appearance made him feel this desire.

He didn't want to think about anything else. All he knew was that if he and Isabella were to start a family and have a child together, he had no resistance, and even looked forward to it.

After the nurse finished the ultrasound and cleaned the gel off Isabella's belly, she pulled her clothes back into place.

"You're all set," she said.

Isabella thanked her and was about to get up.

The curtain suddenly opened.

Isabella was startled, freezing in place for a moment.

Vincent walked over directly and suddenly bent down, reaching out to lift Isabella up.

"Huh?" Isabella exclaimed softly in surprise, quickly reaching out to cling to Vincent's neck.

Vincent picked her up and walked out, saying, "Isabella, let's talk."

Isabella: ...

Talk about what? And if we're going to talk, there's no need to hold her like this.

Outside the curtain, Vincent said to the dumbfounded Hall, "I'll borrow your office for a bit."

Hall raised an eyebrow. "Help yourselves."

Vincent carried Isabella straight to Hall's office, sat her down in a chair, and squatted in front of her.

"Isabella, the person from that night was me."


Isabella instantly understood, her eyes widened in shock as she looked up at Vincent.

Vincent met her gaze, his hand gently resting on her abdomen.

"Inside here, is my child," he said.

Isabella: ...

Isabella's mind went blank.

She scrutinized Vincent carefully.

High nose, thin lips, deep eyes, and at this moment, there was seriousness in his gaze.

That night, she had been drugged and her mind was foggy. The next day when she woke up, she only wanted to leave, so she had no idea what the man she had a one-night stand with looked like.

This child came unexpectedly, and she was barely able to take care of herself, let alone him.

But before Isabella could express her thoughts, Vincent spoke up, straightforwardly saying, "Isabella, I will take responsibility. Let's get married."

Isabella was surprised by his words, but she was rational. Without hesitation, she rejected him.

"No, it's unnecessary, Vincent. That night, I was framed, and everything that happene

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