Josiah walked to the sofa and sat down. He looked at me and replied, "This has nothing to do with love. If you really want to be with Hendrix, you need to tell him about this. He has his own way of handling things."
What kind of ways?
I didn't ask this question out loud. Everyone had their own way of thinking, I didn't know what Josiah meant, but I knew that the child belonged to me.
Hendrix didn't love me in the first place. If Master Roberts was still alive, I could rely on him to hold onto Hendrix, but he wasn't here anymore. I wasn't confident I could keep Hendrix at bay for long.
It was not a wise choice to take risks with my child.
After a moment of silence, I spoke, "I'll have to trouble you regarding my child's matter, but I have my own plans for other things. Thank you, Doctor Saunders."
Perhaps he thought that I didn't heed his words, Josiah frowned slightly and didn't say much.
He sighed and said, "I have something to do in the afternoon. Remember to take your medicine. I'll get going first."
After sending him off, I didn't eat the half- boiled eggs Hendrix made as my stomach felt a little uncomfortable. Perhaps I was still in the early stages of pregnancy, I didn't develop morning sickness yet. Nonetheless, I still didn't have the appetite to eat.
When I went back to the bedroom to rest for a while, my cell phone rang. Then, I picked up the call from an unknown number.
The person on the other end of the line answered after a few seconds, "It's me, Andrea."
I was astounded. I frowned and asked, "What do you want, Miss Burton?"
"Let's meet up for a chat. I'll send you the address."
Without even giving me a chance to refute, she hung up.
I couldn't figure out why Andrea wanted to meet me at this hour.
However, it probably had something to do with Hendrix.
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