The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Chapter 2093

Speechless, Bella held her forehead in disbelief.

Steven, that rascal, how much force did he use? Was it intentional?

"How did you figure it out then, Amelia?"

"After that time, I started feeling unwell, always tired and sluggish... I thought I was just exhausted and didn't pay much attention to it. But then I started feeling nauseous. I realized something was off. The night before last, I secretly went out to buy a pregnancy test, and I took it yesterday morning..."

Although this was wonderful news, Bella felt anxious and guilty.

She had been so focused on taking care of Carrie and helping out that she had not noticed how pale and worn out her sister had become.

As Bella's secretary, Steven was just as busy, and they had both overlooked Amelia's struggles.This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

Still so young, Amelia now faced the daunting reality of becoming a mother. She was not mentally or emotionally prepared for motherhood, and the pressure weighed heavily on her.

The thought of her beloved sister living in constant anxiety and fear made Bella's heart ache unbearably. "Amelia... I'm so sorry. I should have noticed earlier. It's all my fault for neglecting you!"

Bella pulled Amelia into her arms, her heart aching with guilt. "But if you just found out yesterday, Steve and Aunt Celeste still don't know about it yet, right?"

"Bella... I'm scared..." Amelia sobbed uncontrollably, her slender shoulders shaking with fear. "Steve hasn't proposed yet, and we're not married, but I'm already carrying his child. I'm afraid Mom and Dad will be upset and make things difficult for Steve."

"You silly girl, what are you thinking? You're carrying the first grandchild of the Thompson family! Dad will be overjoyed and want to celebrate the news with the whole world. There's no way he'd be angry! He's been sick for a while, but hearing this news might even lift his spirits and help his recovery!"

"Really...?" Amelia sniffled, her nose red from crying.

"Yeah.""

Bella's eyes filled with tears as she gently touched her sister's belly. "This is such a blessing, You're going to be a mother. You and the baby both need to stay healthy. The baby must arrive safely in this world."

Bella thought, 'You and Steve must raise the child together and have a lively and adorable little one bringing joy into our lives. It'll fulfill my lifelong dream too.'

Drew withdrew from the lively human warmth of the celebration and found himself alone on a quiet balcony, his expression dim as he smoked a cigarette.

He had always been a lone wolf, disconnected from the joys and sorrows of others.

But tonight, as he watched Ryan and Carrie, the newlyweds blessed by friends and family, he could not help but feel deeply moved, and thoughts of Yvonne overwhelmed him.

A cloud of gloom shadowed his face, and his tall, resilient frame leaned against the railing. As he exhaled smoke, he gradually leaned further back, almost tipping over the edge of the balcony, flirting with danger in a reckless, nerve-wracking way.

Drew pulled out his phone, his throat tight and dry despite repeated attempts to swallow.

Finally, unable to bear it any longer, he dialed Yvonne's number.

He knew they trapped her and were constantly monitoring her. So, since their last encounter at the fire, he had not dared to contact her.

For someone as fearless as Drew, the thought of reaching out to the woman he loved terrified him.

The agony of not knowing her fate gnawed at him every moment, burning his heart and boiling his mind.

As a seasoned agent, he always acted with extreme caution. Even when he calls, he uses an encrypted number. Even if Yvonne's phone was under surveillance, there was no way they could trace him.