Tiffany lifted her hand to poke Amelia’s forehead, resolute to not sugarcoat her words. “At least you have some awareness. I think you’re a complete idiot. How could you say that you won’t accept his money?! You’re gonna be the death of me!”
Amelia’s head remained lowered, but her hand subconsciously moved to cover her belly. “Tiff… My period’s late for ten days. If I’m pregnant, what should I do with the unplanned child?”
Tiffany was rendered speechless. She stared dumbly at Amelia and gulped. “Have you tested with the kit?”
Amelia shook her head.
Tiffany stood up immediately and said, “Let’s go. I’ll accompany you to buy a test kit. If it’s positive and you don’t want the child, then abort it. If you want to keep the child, I’m sure the Clintons are more than rich enough to raise a kid.”
“Tiff…” Amelia spoke with difficulty. “If it’s positive, I want to keep the child. When I first got married to Oscar, we had an agreement. He’s responsible for the financial part, I’ll be the in-name Mrs. Clinton, and I’ll have to bear a child for the Clintons. But now that Cassie Yard has returned, he probably wouldn’t want a child from another woman.”
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