"Why are you crying? He's just a jerk at heart."
"It's not worth it for someone like him."
Out of nowhere, Warren produced a box of tissues and tossed a few my way.
I disdainfully blew my nose with the tissues.
"He's out of his mind."
"Then why are you still crying?"
Warren kept his cool while throwing those words at me, and at that moment, I truly felt defeated.
"Doctor, her situation isn't good, you see..."
"I've said it before, you play with fire, you're gonna get burnt. It's not my problem then."
Warren seemed a bit upset, his frown deepening as he looked over my test results.
"Alright, let's go to my office, don't disturb the other doctors."
He escorted me to his office, and I asked Vinson to head back first.
I wanted to deal with this on my own, without anyone else's interference.
"Buddy, you head back to the construction site, Fenton's still there, and I'm worried he can't handle it."
"I've been telling everyone it's just low blood sugar. Please, keep the pregnancy a secret."
Vinson paused for a moment before nodding, telling me to contact him if I needed anything.
Warren's office was immaculately clean, almost suspiciously so.
He gestured to the chair across from him. "Sit."
My hand instinctively went to my flat belly, no sign of any bump.
I had been undergoing chemotherapy, so irregular periods weren't something I thought much of.
What I hadn't realized was that my missed periods were due to a pregnancy.
Warren scoffed, "You should know, this isn't the right time for a child."
I nodded.
"I warned you, at least three years."
I nodded again.
"The medication you've been taking could potentially cause birth defects!"
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