Semua Bab Regret After Divorce: Bab 81 - Bab 90

Scarlett’s POVEleanor and I headed to the Obstetric Clinic, room #12.Doctor Brook, a man in his fifties, glanced at me across the table before looking down at the test report in his hand.“Ultrasound looks good. Nineteen weeks today, right? All the baby’s development markers are spot on. But your blood report shows mild anemia, and your blood pressure is a bit low. Honestly, that’s pretty normal for slim women during pregnancy. I won’t prescribe any meds yet—just adjust your diet. Eat more organ meats. It’s all listed on the sheet. Take it with you.”“Thanks.” Eleanor reached out and took the meal suggestion sheet, then asked, “Doctor Brook, my sister was feeling nauseous last night—kept gagging, but nothing really came out. She’s also pretty out of it today. Is there anything that can help?”He adjusted his glasses and turned to me. “Mind opening your mouth and sticking out your tongue for a second?”I did as told.“Doesn’t look bad,” he said, jotting notes into my file. “Your tong

Scarlett’s POV:“I’m fine,” I said gently, patting her head. Seeing how worried she was warmed my heart.I had left the people who truly loved me to be with Everett in Los Angeles, only to come back burdened and broken.Guess fate couldn’t bear to watch anymore.Thankfully, it wasn’t too late.I was only twenty-three—life was long. From now on, I was going to live bigger and better… for myself, and for all those who never stopped loving me.“Scarlett, being a mom is way too hard. Watching you like this just breaks my heart.” Eleanor’s eyes were red, her voice trembling.I had been holding it together, but seeing her like that made my nose sting too. “Eleanor, I really am okay. It’s not that bad…”Suddenly, she threw her arms around me. “Waaah… I just hate seeing you suffer like this. It makes me think of my mom.”“….”Just then, I saw Jack walking over with Eleanor’s purse. I patted her shoulder. “Someone’s coming.”She quickly let go of me and wiped the tears from her eyes.I turned

Eleanor’s POV:In just a few minutes, James came out of the dressing room, all changed, and was followed by his assistant.From afar, I spotted his familiar baby face—rosy cheeks and all. Then I squinted for a clearer look.“Oh, wow!”James had his arms crossed tightly over his chest, like his life depended on it. He legit looked awkward as hell.I couldn’t hold it in. I burst out laughing and whipped out my phone, snapping pictures like crazy.James instantly fumed, lunging forward to grab my phone. “Eleanor Smith, stop taking pictures!”“Oh no, someone’s showing off a little skin over here!” I dodged his reach, clicking even faster.James looked like he was about to explode. Those beefy muscles didn’t help hide how red his baby face had gotten.“Tsk, tsk, tsk. What’s with this wild combo? Soft-boy face, action-figure body… wow!”Then, mid-tease, my heel caught on a cable, and I went tumbling backward.James reacted in a flash, grabbing my hand and yanking me forward to stop the fall

Wyatt Robert’s POV:While they were preparing for the next scene, my assistant director and I reviewed the last take.“The actress Miley Taylor still needs two more close-ups,” he said.I was about to agree, but Scarlett’s earlier reminder crossed my mind. I shook my head.“Nah, it’s fine as is.”The assistant director looked surprised. “You sure? Wouldn’t that be careless?”“If we need more, we’ll handle it in post.”“But the set and makeup are still intact right now. It’d be easier—”“Remind me… who’s the director here?” I raised an eyebrow.“Right, you are!” He quickly backed down.Just then, Noah Wood walked in from outside.“Mr. Robert, Mr. Robinson is here.”Instinctively, I glanced toward Scarlett.Her head was lowered, eyes fixed on the script in her hands as she scribbled notes, as if the world around her didn’t exist.I rubbed my nose awkwardly. “Take Mr. Robinson to the meeting room.”“Got it!” Noah turned and left.Not long after, voices and scattered footsteps passed outs

Amelia’s POV:At 3:30 in the afternoon, a black sedan with a Smart Cleaning Services logo slowly rolled into the Cloud Villa complex.The car pulled up in front of Everett Robinson’s villa.Behind the wheel, I sat wearing a face mask and work uniform, an ID badge hanging from my neck. A security guard approached and tapped on the window. I rolled it down and handed him my work ID.“Housekeeper?”“Yes.”The guard didn’t ask much. People who lived here were rich and usually just dropped by occasionally. Most of the time, they hired part-time cleaners to tidy up.Soon, the security gate opened.The black car drove into the yard and parked.I got out, climbed the steps, and stopped at the front door. Pulling out an old phone, I snapped a picture of the electronic lock. Then I opened a message tab and texted the first contact on my list.Smart Cleaning ID 133, Miss Brooks: I am here. No one home?The reply came quickly, in a voice message from Eleanor.Eleanor: “No one is in. The code is 1