Reborn Rich: Prices Dropped, My Savings Didn't novel Chapter 139

Chapter 139: Chapter 137: You’ve Got to Be Fucking Kidding Me

Visible panic flooded Shawn Lane’s eyes. He quickly put down his chopsticks and got up to chase after her.

Walter Lane’s brow furrowed at the sight. He turned to his wife and said, "You go see what’s happening. What business does a boy like Shawn have getting involved?"

"Oh, please. Shawn and Beatrice grew up together. It’s perfectly normal for him to be concerned about her," Mrs. Lane said dismissively. She went back to eating, picking up a piece of pork to taste. "This isn’t greasy at all. I specifically told Mama Warner to make thin pork."

The moment Beatrice Lynn rushed into the restroom, she locked the door behind her. Then, she leaned over the sink and began to retch violently.

Her stomach was empty. She heaved until tears streamed from her eyes, but only some sour fluid came up.

The sudden wave of nausea startled her. Recalling that her period was several days late, her mind raced, frantically calculating the dates.

’It had been almost exactly a month.’ She hadn’t taken the morning-after pill. Everything that had happened, coupled with Shawn’s attitude, had left her feeling utterly resentful and indignant.

Part of it was out of spite, but an even bigger part wanted revenge. So, she’d intentionally skipped the pill.

But now, looking at her reflection in the mirror, she was overcome with an uncontrollable panic.

She was only nineteen. If she really was pregnant, should she keep the baby?

And Shawn... would he even acknowledge the child?

The uncertainty threw her into a state of terror. She turned the tap to its coldest setting and, ignoring the perfect makeup on her face, desperately splashed water on herself, trying to force herself to calm down.

Finally, an impatient Shawn started knocking on the door from outside. "Beatrice Lynn, what are you doing in there? Open up!"

Beatrice Lynn shuddered. In a fluster, she grabbed two paper towels, dried her face, and turned to unlock the door.

As soon as she looked up, she met Shawn’s cold, scrutinizing gaze.

"What were you doing?" Shawn asked, staring at her.

Beatrice Lynn lowered her head and spoke in a small voice. "I think I’ve been overdoing it with my diet lately. My stomach can’t handle anything too sweet or rich, so I felt a little sick."

She did her best to hide her unease, but Shawn wasn’t buying it. "Don’t you pull any more of your ridiculous stunts. That pill... you took it, didn’t you?"

’Just as I thought. He didn’t come to see if I was okay at all. He only cares about that one thing.’

A crushing sense of humiliation washed over Beatrice. ’It was my first time, too. I was the one who had sacrificed the most!’

"Do you have to treat me this way?" Beatrice raised her head, eyes rimmed with red, and questioned him with a heartbroken expression. "Don’t you have any affection for me at all? Don’t you have any idea how harmful that pill is to a woman’s body? Can’t you even pretend to care?"

But in Shawn’s eyes, her pain and sorrow were worthless. He hadn’t even forgiven her, so how could he possibly cherish her?

"You brought this on yourself. You took advantage of me when I was drunk—you should have been prepared to face the consequences." Shawn’s expression was icy. He leaned in, his face close to hers, and asked with menacing deliberation, "So, tell me. Did you take the pill or not?"

In that instant, the last shred of Beatrice’s dignity shattered. She faltered, her body swaying unsteadily.

The next second, she violently shoved Shawn away from her and screamed, "No! I didn’t!"

The force of the push sent Shawn staggering backward, nearly toppling over. But as Beatrice’s words registered, his eyes flew wide in shock.

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