CEO's Tears Over Pregnancy Test Discovery

"Wake up, Charlie."

Winnie held him tightly, panic overwhelming her. She wanted to take him away, not harm him!

Just then, the sound of a car pulling up broke through the darkness.

Footsteps approached, slow and deliberate. A tall man emerged from the shadows and stopped in front of her.

Tears streaming down her face, Winnie looked up.

The man's sharp, angular features were obscured by the dim light, adding to his air of mystery. But she immediately recognized him.

It was the same man who had told her the truth about Jack Green being Ben Lucas.

Winnie glared at him with fierce determination. "Why are you here? Are you happy now that things have come to this?"

"You foolish woman, do you think being deceived feels any better?" the mysterious man sneered.

"The truth is nothing but a bloody wound. I'd rather..." Winnie's voice faltered, unable to continue.

"Stop lying to yourself," the man said with a slight shake of his head.

"What do you want?" Winnie asked, her eyes fixed on his partially hidden gaze under the brim of his hat, as though searching for answers. "Are you content with this?" the man asked, his tone probing.

Winnie pressed her lips together, remaining silent.

Her once peaceful life had been thrown into chaos. How could she possibly be content?

Though she didn't reply, the man seemed to read the resentment in her eyes.

"Without Charlie, Jamie would be devastated," he said coldly.

Winnie's gaze snapped to Charlie. He was so small, so fragile. How could she, as his aunt, not feel compassion?

"No," she said firmly. "I need to find a doctor for Charlie. Do you know where the nearest hospital is?"

"So, you still have some boundaries," the man said, narrowing his sharp eyes. "We could work together."

Winnie looked at him warily. "What exactly do you want?"

"Mutual benefit," the man replied, his voice devoid of any warmth.

Winnie hesitated. "I'm not ready to make a decision."

"There's no rush," the man said, tossing her a business card with nothing but a phone number on it. "When you've made up your mind, call me." Winnie took the card in both hands and tucked it into her pocket.

As the man turned to leave, he stopped again after a few steps.

"By the way, I've contacted a nearby hospital. They'll be here in about thirty minutes. Whether the child survives or not, that's up to fate."

Winnie held Charlie even tighter, her heart weighed down by anger and sorrow.

Meanwhile, Jamie, still in the hospital, had not stopped making calls, her desperation growing with each unanswered attempt.

It was as though Winnie had vanished. Jamie paced back and forth, her mind racing with worry. Charlie's fragile health left no room for error. If something happened to him, she didn't know how she would cope.

A soft voice interrupted her anxious thoughts.

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"You shouldn't push yourself. Your wound hasn't fully healed yet." Jamie turned around and saw him. She managed a faint smile. "I'm fine. I feel much better."

"You shouldn't overexert yourself. If the wound gets infected, it could be serious. I've asked the cafeteria to prepare some light dishes for you. Try them."

Jay sat down next to her bed with a natural ease, setting up a small table and arranging the food.

Though the dishes were simple and mild, the spread was varied and inviting.

Jamie shifted uncomfortably. "I can't

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accept this kindness without feeling guilty. You've already done so Let me take care of myself. Thank you, though."