In the dream, Hattie approached him step by step, holding a bloodied child in her arms. Her face had a sinister expression. “Isn’t this the child you’ve always wanted? Take it then, why won’t you dare to hold it? If you don’t want it, I’ll throw it away.”
That image remained stuck in Harry’s mind, unable to be dismissed.
Subconsciously, he held Hattie tightly and looked at her face. In the darkness, her features were blurry. He used to love pinching her cheeks. Hattie had a baby face with good skin, which appeared innocent on the surface, but in reality, she was quite rebellious.
He was about to reach out and touch Hattie’s nose when suddenly she opened her eyes and stared at him intently.
“What are you going to do?” Her voice was cold, mirroring the voice from the dream.
Harry was taken aback by her gaze. “Sorry, I woke you up.”
Hattie felt uncomfortable being held by him. She struggled and moved to the side. After being together, they had an unspoken connection, commonly known as understanding.
“Did you have a nightmare recently?”
Harry forced a bitter smile, his face weary. “Yeah, I dreamt that you aborted the child.”
Hattie frowned in surprise, seemingly puzzled. “Why would you have such a dream? They say thoughts during the day become dreams at night. Could it be that you don’t want this child?”
In a twist of fate, Harry took a deep breath and replied earnestly, “Maybe it’s because it’s hard-won, so I’m afraid…”
If it weren’t for acting, Hattie would have burst out laughing. Harry, too, could be afraid of something? It’s alright… she would make him even more afraid.
“Has Fiona come to see you recently?”
Hattie’s sudden change of topic caught Harry slightly off guard, but he still answered her seriously, “She has, but I haven’t seen her.”
“She must be very worried, right? Aren’t you afraid she might do something?”
Harry shook his head. “She’s not the type to lose control.”
Hattie silently thought, “That’s not necessarily true.”
Hattie had nothing more to say, so she turned around and faced away from Harry. “It’s still early, let’s go to sleep.”
Harry stared at her back, his rapidly beating heart gradually calming down. He leaned gently towards her and embraced Hattie. “Hattie, can you promise me that both you and the child will be fine, and nothing will happen?”
His voice carried a faint plea, even though his heart rate had returned to normal, it still held fear.
With her eyes open, Hattie found joy in Harry’s fear. She originally thought this man had no weaknesses and was invincible, but she unexpectedly became his weakness.
She didn’t say much, just replied softly, “Mm.”
…
Compared to Harry, Fiona seemed much cuter. Hattie counted the days on her fingers. The end of the month was approaching, and their wedding would be next month. Fiona must be getting anxious after being ignored for a few days.
The weather outside was warming up, and Harry took Hattie to the hospital for a detailed examination. Along the way, he held her hand tightly, constantly looking at her belly.
His grip was strong, showing a kind of enduring tenderness.
Hattie’s health was not good. She had suffered torture in prison, and her bones ached when winter came, as if they had been disassembled and reassembled.
She applied a warm pad against her joints, but she could still feel the chilling cold inside, cold to the core of her bones. The external warmth alone couldn’t drive it away.
Harry was afraid she would catch a cold. With her pregnancy, she had to avoid certain medications and couldn’t receive intravenous fluids. Even minor issues like a cold became significant problems. He took out a thick down jacket from the wardrobe and helped Hattie put it on. She was wrapped up like a rice dumpling and he even tied a scarf around her.
“Put on your scarf, it’s cold outside.”
Hattie was sensitive around her neck. She didn’t like wearing turtleneck sweaters, let alone scarves. Wearing a scarf made her feel confined, and she instinctively wanted to loosen it, frowning.
Harry reached out to stop her and tidied up her scarf while telling her to “listen.”
Hattie stayed still, putting on the scarf and gloves. Harry took her hand, and they walked closely together, their shadows merging from behind.
The fetus was already eight weeks old. HCG levels were normal, but progesterone was slightly low. The doctor advised her to supplement progesterone, rest well, and take it easy. It wasn’t a major issue.
Upon hearing that it wasn’t a big problem, Harry felt relieved. He took note of all the instructions and looked at the photo, where a clearly visible dark shadow could be seen on the ultrasound.
After becoming pregnant, Harry became even more tender towards Hattie, wanting to be by her side day and night.
Even though the child had just reached eight weeks, Harry bought a bunch of baby supplies. They didn’t know yet whether it was a boy or a girl, but they bought everything together because they would need it anyway, and money wasn’t an issue.
Fortunately, their villa was spacious, with a dedicated empty room to store all these items.
However, while they were shopping at the mall, someone secretly took their picture. Hattie noticed it and said, “There are paparazzi.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of it.”
She wasn’t afraid, but Fiona would most likely be furious if she found out.
Harry had two ways to handle it: either directly block them or make a casual explanation online, saying that she was just his sister.
The relationship between Hattie and Harry was no longer a secret. It had been exposed two years ago during a car accident, with one being his fiancée and the other his supposed sister.
After Hattie was imprisoned, the news exploded, and everyone online called her a heartless person.
Harry didn’t care how he resolved the situation; all Hattie cared about was whether Fiona would find out about her pregnancy.
Today, while Hattie was shopping, she focused on the maternity and baby sections. She could already imagine the captions that would accompany the paparazzi photos. She couldn’t help but wonder how Fiona would react. Well, she definitely wouldn’t be able to keep her cool.
Hattie stayed at home, focusing on taking care of her pregnancy. The end of the month was approaching, and this month would soon be over.
Finally, Fiona arrived, but the butler stopped her from entering.
Hattie knew the opportunity had come. The pit she had dug could finally be filled.
Hattie stood up, holding her phone tightly, and went outside. She stood at the door, looking at the exhausted face of Fiona.
The butler saw her coming out and anxiously said, “Miss Mason, it’s cold outside. Your health is not good, please go inside. I’ll handle things outside.”
Fiona looked at Hattie and grew more disgusted as she listened to the butler’s words.
“Hattie, I have something to say to you.”
Hattie casually glanced at her and asked, “What is it?”
The butler stood in the middle, feeling torn. After all, Fiona was Harry’s fiancée. It wasn’t easy to decide whether to intervene or not.
Seeing Hattie come out, the butler contemplated for a moment and ultimately chose Hattie. After all, Hattie was pregnant. If something happened to her at this critical moment, and the child was lost, it would be a disaster.
Hattie raised her hand and said, “Butler, I’ll just have a few words with Miss Fiona. You can stay nearby and watch.”
After thinking for a while, the butler nodded and stepped back, keeping a close watch on Fiona.