Restoring a Life After Seven Years of Wrong Love novel Chapter 228

"Oh, Charlotte has a friend who is about to give birth. They were just picking out some gifts."

Wynne's tone turned bitter. "Yvette has been married to Jabez for years and couldn't even give him a single child. If she had at least given us a granddaughter, I wouldn't despise her so much."

She snapped her mouth shut the second she realized she had said too much.

Willow's face drained of color.

If Yvette actually had a child, Wynne would likely tolerate her for the baby's sake.

Realizing this only made her feel more threatened.

But on the surface, she kept her sweet, accommodating smile pinned in place.

"Here, let me help you test this imported eye cream, Mrs. Shelby."

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At Kingsbrook General Hospital.

Yvette had just finished a routine checkup. As she walked out of the ultrasound room, the scan report accidentally slipped from her fingers.

Just as she bent down to retrieve it, someone beat her to it.

The polite 'thank you' died in her throat the moment she saw who it was.

The man was impeccably dressed in a tailored, charcoal-gray three-piece suit that accentuated his towering, broad-shouldered physique, exuding an aura of untouchable nobility.

"18 weeks and 3 days pregnant?" Jabez's dark eyes swept over her with profound, calculating scrutiny.

Yvette's heart hammered frantically against her ribs, beating so hard it felt like it might burst from her chest.

Forcing down her panic, she kept her face completely blank. "It's not mine."

Before he could react, she snatched the paper back from his grip.

"Jabez." When Willow saw him staring at Yvette, alarm bells practically deafened her.

She tugged urgently at his sleeve, furrowing her brows in distress. Even her lips looked pale. "Jabez, my stomach is killing me."

For the first time in her life, Yvette was actually grateful for Willow's presence. She turned to leave.

But as she brushed past him, his hand shot out, clamping down on her wrist like a vice. His piercing gaze practically dissected her.

"Give me the scan report."

His tone left absolutely zero room for argument.

Yvette knew him well enough to know he wouldn't let this go unless she handed it over.

Then, remembering a crucial detail, her tense muscles suddenly relaxed. The panic from earlier vanished.

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