Chapter 97 Perhaps It’s Time to Fight for Myself

It took me a while to recover from the shock of discovering I was pregnant. I looked at him and said, “Tonight seems to be Madam Young’s birthday banquet.” He frowned. “Madam Young? Who?” My phone rang at that moment. Without responding to Maxwell, I answered the call. It was Idris. His deep and restrained voice came through the phone. “Where are you?” “At the hospital,” I said, unconsciously clutching the ultrasound report. There was a slight pause on the other end before he continued, “Grandma’s birthday banquet is tonight. I’ll come pick you up.” I pursed my lips, silent for a moment before responding, “Okay.” After hanging up, I looked at the ultrasound report in my hand, still somewhat dazed. Why did this child come at this time? “What did the check-up reveal? You look so scared,” Maxwell said, taking the ultrasound report from my hand. After a quick glance, finding nothing unusual, he frowned at me. “Yvette, six weeks?” Noticing the timeline inconsistency, he frowned, hi