Chapter 3

The livestream chat exploded as more and more people flooded in to join the drama.

Some creep fixated on my thighs and typed, "She's got no thigh gap at all. Yeah, she's definitely a virgin."

But the moment that comment appeared, Serena's fans came after him without mercy.

One wrote, "What the hell is that supposed to mean? Are you implying that Dr. Lawson's diagnosis was wrong?"

Another commented, "If you don't know anything about medicine, then shut up! Dr. Lawson's a brilliant OB-GYN. She doesn't make mistakes!"

The next comment read, "Come on! It's obvious she cheated on her boyfriend. Those comments defending her were probably just bots she paid for."

Another person replied, "Hey, that's possible!"

Comments like that poured in nonstop, with dozens popping up every second.

With the crowd on her side, Serena flashed a triumphant smile before saying, "Jolene, everyone makes mistakes. What matters is that you own up to them. There's no need to be so stubborn.

"I told you to rest for your own good, for the sake of your health and your baby. If you've got an issue with me, just say so. But don't question my skills as a doctor."

She made herself sound so righteous that even the skeptics in the chat started taking her side.

The chat was blowing up. By then, someone had already turned my face into a meme, with the words, "I'm pregnant, but I'm just too stubborn to admit it!"

My phone wouldn't stop buzzing either. Friends and relatives who had seen the stream kept messaging to ask if I was really pregnant.

A cold smile crept onto my lips as the chaos reached its peak.

"Serena, you're confident in your medical expertise, aren't you? According to your diagnosis, I really am pregnant, correct?"

A flicker of surprise crossed Serena's eyes. I spoke with calm precision and looked nothing like the flustered wreck she had expected.

Still, she nodded and slipped right back into her high-and-mighty act.

"Yes, you're pregnant and not just by a few weeks. You're not showing because you've been deliberately controlling your weight and trying to slow the baby's development.

"But Jolene, as a doctor and a friend, I have to say this. The child is innocent. Please don't punish it for your mistake. Just rest and take care of yourself and the baby."

That was when Gordon stepped in front of me. His gaze was icy as he said, "Serena's right. The kid is innocent.

"I won't make a fuss about you screwing around behind my back, and I don't care who you got pregnant by. That illegitimate child has nothing to do with me. Let's just break up."

His speech turned the chat into a collective sob-fest. To the viewers, he was the poor guy who got cheated on but still handled it with class.

Tons of women were fangirling in the comments, saying they'd love to have his babies.

Once I had baited them far enough, I nodded. A beat later, I shot back, "But Serena, you never even examined me. There were no tests. You kept insisting I was pregnant after several simple questions.

"Are you ready to take responsibility for that? Because if I'm not, then not only were you wrong, but you've also slandered me in front of everyone. I have every right to hold you legally accountable."

In an instant, Gordon's face twisted with rage. He stepped in front of Serena, shielding her as he shot me a scathing glare.

"Even now, you won't own up to it, huh? There's no way Serena got it wrong! You're just trying to drag her name through the mud! For all we know, you could get an abortion at some clinic and then say she misdiagnosed you."

Gordon spat, "I didn't realize you were this twisted, Jolene. You screwed up, and now you want to take a decent doctor down with you?"

The way he blindly defended Serena made my blood boil. I was one second away from slapping them both, but I held back.

Instead, I calmly reached into my tote bag, pulled out a surgical report, and held it up to the camera. "Abortion? That'd be impossible because I was never able to get pregnant to begin with."