It was no wonder Melody Summers was shocked. What Yuri Walsh had just said was a lot to take in.
First, Sylvia Lancaster had lost the baby—Flynn Adler’s baby.
Second, Ethan Sutton’s family had suspected the child wasn’t theirs and had gone ahead with a paternity test.
Melody Summers was momentarily baffled.
’First of all,’ she thought, ’even though it’s the apocalypse and resources are scarce, and many pregnant women have lost their babies for all sorts of reasons, Sylvia Lancaster is a pampered socialite. She never had to worry about food or clothes. She had maids and chauffeurs to take care of her every need. So why did she lose her baby too?’
’Besides, Sylvia is young and healthy, with no major health issues. The baby was already five months along, and the pregnancy was stable. Why would she suddenly have a miscarriage?’
’Second, based on what I know about Ethan Sutton, that man is incredibly self-assured.’
’In my past life, I did everything I could to distance myself from Ethan Sutton, but he was always convinced I was obsessed with him.’
’Every time we met at a party, I wanted to stay a mile away from him, yet he was certain I was deeply in love and that everything I did was just to get his attention.’
’So why would someone as arrogant as Ethan suddenly suspect the child wasn’t his?’
’What exactly did he find out?’
’Was Sylvia caught having an affair with Flynn Adler?’
Melody’s mind was swirling with questions. This had all happened so suddenly; she was completely lost.
As Melody wrestled with her thoughts, she noticed Yuri Walsh watching her expectantly. At a loss for words, she could only manage an awkward reply. "It’s a shame about the baby, but what happens to them has nothing to do with me anymore."
Yuri paused for a moment at her words, then nodded. He had called out to Melody on impulse and, not knowing what else to say, had blurted out the news about Sylvia Lancaster.
Only now did it occur to him that it was probably inappropriate to bring this up with her. Melody had always been hostile toward the Lancaster family. ’I was being tactless,’ he thought.
But Melody just teased him with a sigh, "I never thought the ever-so-serious Dr. Walsh could be such a gossip."
Melody had met Yuri a few times, and her impression of him had always been that of a quiet, aloof doctor. Even that time at the hospital when he’d helped her out, Yuri had simply ordered the guards to block Elaine Hughes and Sylvia Lancaster with a calm expression.
Yuri laughed at her comment. He feigned a helpless sigh and shook his head. "I must be too stuffy in my daily life for Miss Summers to have the misunderstanding that I’m a serious person."
Melody laughed as well. Come to think of it, Dr. Walsh had helped her out twice now. So, despite wanting to end this awkward conversation quickly, she offered a comforting compliment. "Not stuffy. People would call that being cool and aloof, like you’re above the fray of us mortals."
Melody was wearing a mask, so Yuri couldn’t see her expression, only the hint of a smile in her eyes as they looked at him through her goggles.
It was dark out, and the light from a distant streetlamp reflected in Melody’s eyes, making them seem exceptionally clear and bright.
Gazing into those eyes, Yuri felt something stir within him. His heart seemed to skip a beat.
Just then, a languid female voice came from behind them. "Well, well, who do we have here?"
Hearing the familiar voice, Yuri’s brow twitched. He turned to see Zara Walsh standing there holding a paper bag, looking as if she were about to head out.
An unreadable smile played on Zara’s face as she slowly clicked over in her high heels. "Yuri, dear," she began unhurriedly, "what are you two chatting about?"
"Zara!" Yuri hissed in a low, warning tone.


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