The Hidden Empress Stripping Her Secrets After Divorce novel Chapter 301

Alistair Bennett, the youngest medical prodigy in New York and the buddy Sebastian had grown up with. He was now an attending physician at a top-tier hospital, specializing as an elite OB/GYN.

Sebastian stared at the name, hesitating for a few seconds.

Then, he hit dial.

The phone rang three times before it connected.

"Well, look who it is!" a laid-back, teasing voice echoed through the speaker. "The great Mr. Thorne. Did the sun rise in the west today? You actually calling me?"

Sebastian remained silent for a second.

"I have a question for you," he said.

Alistair laughed. "Shoot. Your best buddy is an open book."

Sebastian took a deep breath.

"If a woman," he started, his voice a little raspy, "has been having a bad appetite lately, doesn't want to eat anything except sour and spicy food... what would cause that?"

The line went dead silent for two seconds.

Then Alistair erupted into roaring laughter.

"Hahahaha!"

He laughed so hard and so wildly that Sebastian's brow pinched into a deep scowl.

"Are you done?" Sebastian's voice was icy.

Alistair was practically gasping for air. "Sebastian, you... you're asking me this? Do you know what my specialty is? Obstetrics and gynecology! And you're asking me why a woman wants to eat sour food?"

Sebastian's grip on the phone tightened until his knuckles turned white.

Alistair finally sobered up, clearing his throat. "Alright, alright, I'm done. Let's analyze this for you."

His tone grew professional, though a smirk was clearly lingering beneath his words.

"If a woman has no appetite and is only craving sour and spicy food, there are two possibilities," he explained. "First, it's that time of the month. A lot of women experience changes in appetite around their menstrual cycle. Completely normal."

He paused, his voice taking on a deeply suggestive tone. "As for the second..."

"Spit it out," Sebastian demanded.

Alistair chuckled. "She's pregnant."

Sebastian's breathing stopped for a fraction of a second.

"In early pregnancy, many expectant mothers experience morning sickness and a total loss of appetite. But they often develop a fierce craving for things that are sour or spicy. Old wives' tales say craving sour means it's a boy, and spicy means it's a girl. If the person you're asking about is strictly craving sour food, then the likelihood of pregnancy is very high. Though, hey, maybe she just has a bad stomach right now!"

On the other end of the line, Sebastian didn't say a word.

Alistair waited for a few seconds, getting nothing but silence.

"Sebastian?" he called out. "You there? Still listening?"

Still silence.

Alistair frowned. "Sebastian?"

"Hanging up," came Sebastian's low, strained voice, immediately followed by the steady beep of the disconnected line.

Alistair stared at his phone, blinking in surprise.

Then, he grinned.

His assistant, standing nearby, asked curiously, "Dr. Bennett, what's going on?"

Alistair pocketed his phone and shook his head, his smirk widening.

"Nothing," he said. "Just that a certain idiot is probably about to become a dad."

The assistant blinked, totally lost.

Finally, he moved.

He walked over to the sofa and sat down.

Then he stood back up.

Sat down again.

Stood back up.

He had no idea what to do with himself.

Should he go ask her?

But how?

'Are you pregnant?'

'Is the baby mine?'

How could he possibly say something like that out loud?

He picked up his phone, thinking about calling Alistair back, then set it down again.

He walked over to the safe, opened it, and stared at the deep blue velvet box resting inside.

The bracelet for his wife.

If she really was pregnant—

Sebastian's hand hovered in mid-air.

He didn't know what to think.

All he knew was that his heart had never beaten this wildly in his entire life.