Semua Bab Too Late , I am Carrying His Child : Bab 11 - Bab 20

The restaurant was one of the finest in town. Chandeliers glowed above, giving the place a golden shine. Soft music floated through the air, the kind of music that made people forget their worries. Couples laughed, glasses clinked, and waiters moved quietly from table to table.Nathaniel sat in the corner, his back straight, his glass untouched. He had chosen a private spot, away from curious eyes. He was not here to eat. He was not here to drink. He was here to make a decision, and he had already made it. The door opened, and Cassandra walked in. Heads turned. She always made an entrance. Her red dress hugged her curves, her heels clicked on the polished floor, and her hair shone under the lights. She smiled, but her eyes held no warmth. She was a woman who knew how to play the part. She spotted Nathaniel right away. With a sway of her hips, she crossed the room and sat opposite him. Her perfume spread quickly, sweet and sharp. She leaned forward, resting her chin on her hand.

Savannah woke up early. The sun was still low, the air still cold, but she had no time to rest. She had to work. She had to keep moving. Work was her only chance to earn a little money. Work was the only thing that could give her a future. She washed her face with cold water, tied her hair back, and wore the same plain clothes she had. Her small bag was on her shoulder. She touched her belly softly before leaving the small room. “We will be fine,” she whispered. “I will not stop. I will fight for you.” Her steps were slow as she walked to the laundry shop. Her body felt heavy, and her head hurt, but she forced herself forward. She told herself it was only stress, only lack of sleep. She had to ignore it. When she reached the shop, Rosa was already standing at the door, her apron tied tight. She gave Savannah a short look. “You are here early again,” Rosa said. “Good. We have a big order today. No time to waste.” Savannah nodded quickly and forced a smile. “Yes, madam. I am r

Adrian sat in the waiting room, restless. His legs shook, his eyes never left the clock on the wall. He could not forget how Savannah had fainted on the road. One second she was working, the next she was on the ground, pale and weak. He had carried her into his car without thinking. Minutes dragged like hours until the doctor finally came out. “She is fine,” the doctor said, adjusting his glasses. “She fainted because of stress and exhaustion. But she is also pregnant. She needs rest, food, and care.” Adrian’s eyes widened. Pregnant? His chest tightened. He nodded slowly, almost in disbelief. “Can I see her?” “She is resting. But keep it short,” the doctor replied. Adrian stood and walked down the quiet hall. His shoes echoed against the floor. When he entered the room, Savannah was lying weak on the bed. Her face was pale, her lips dry, but even in her weakness she looked fragile and beautiful. Her eyes opened slowly, and she looked confused. “Where… am I?” “You’r

Cassandra walked into the master bedroom like she owned it. The maids followed behind her, carrying boxes and bags. Nathaniel had already left for work that morning, and she wasted no time making her presence felt.She opened Savannah’s old wardrobe. A few dresses still hung there. Some shoes were pushed into a corner. Cassandra pulled one of the gowns out and held it with two fingers, her nose wrinkled.“Pathetic,” she muttered. “This rubbish has no place in my house.”She turned to the maids. “Take all of this out. Every last piece. We’ll burn them.”The maids exchanged quick glances. One of them, a younger girl named Leah, spoke softly. “Madam, if you don’t want them, maybe you can give them to me. I could—”*SLAP!* Cassandra’s hand struck Leah’s cheek so hard the sound echoed. The room went silent. Leah staggered back, clutching her face. The other maids froze in fear.Cassandra’s voice was sharp. “Did I ask for your opinion? You dare suggest what I should do? Trash like Savan

Two days later, Savannah was discharged from the hospital. She walked out slowly, her steps weak, her hand resting on her stomach. Adrian was beside her, carrying the small bag of clothes she had. He had insisted on driving her home. Savannah kept quiet the whole ride. She didn’t want him to see where she stayed. Shame burned in her chest. But she also knew she could not lie to him forever. The car stopped in front of an old building, the walls cracked, paint fading. Savannah lowered her eyes, wishing he would just drop her and leave. “This is the place?” Adrian asked, his brows lifting. “Yes,” she whispered. He didn’t speak again. He followed her up the stairs. The steps creaked under their weight. Finally, she reached her small room and pushed the door open. The smell hit them first. Damp, musty air mixed with the sour scent of old wood. Adrian stepped inside behind her. His eyes swept across the room, and his face froze. The bed was small, the mattress torn at the