Wesley was also shocked by what he heard. But since he was more experienced in handling things, he was able to keep calm and just listened to Blair and the doctor's conversation.

Thinking that they were really Chantel's parents, Ximena smiled and said, “I understand how you feel. But I can't be wrong. Chantel is twelve weeks pregnant now. Maybe you need to talk to her. I don't have any idea why she didn't tell you that she has a boyfriend. She came to our hospital because the baby in her belly is in danger. I am sure about that." The doctor's statement was very affirmative, and Blair was utterly dumbfounded.

After talking with the doctor, the couple stood at the corridor outside the ward. They silently looked at each other, didn't know what to say or do.

Since Chantel came to their family, she had always been pleasing and docile. She had never done things recklessly. Most of the time, she came back to the Leonard family house at night to rest. She only stayed in the dorm overnight if her classes finished late or if she needed time to study her lessons alone.

So, Blair's first question to Wesley was, “Do you think Chantel was abused by a bad guy and just didn't tell us?”

Wesley thought that it was possible, but he didn't conclude yet.

Instead, he said, "I'll go through the admission procedures, so we can transfer her to a private room. Go and talk to her first. Maybe this time, she will speak up. If someone really abused her, assure her that we will Let that man pay." Although Chantel wasn't their biological daughter, they treated her as a legitimate member of the Leonard family. There was no way that they would take her for granted.

“That's right. Go ahead and finish the admission procedures, so we can move her to a better ward. I don't Like the strong smell in her current ward. She won't be comfortable there." “Alright.

I'll go ahead." The couple parted ways to do what they needed to do.

Inside the ward, Chantel held Blair's hand and said apologetically,

“Auntie, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to lie to you. I'm ready to tell you everything now." Earlier, she was too nervous to say anything. But after having some time alone, she was able to calm down and prepare herself.

Blair nodded and stroked her messy hair.

“Don't worry about it yet.

Your uncle is currently processing your admission. Have a rest for now."

The gentleness in her voice made Chantel's eyes red and misty. She held her hand tighter and confessed, “Auntie, I'm pregnant." After saying it, she felt like a burden was finally removed from her heart.

"We already know. We went to your doctor just now, and she told us.

Chantel, what really happened?"

Chantel took a deep breath first before she said, “Auntie, if I tell you everything, I hope that you and Uncle Wesley won't get mad at me now. After my baby is born, I will accept it even if you beat and curse as much as you want."

“What are you talking about? Why would I beat and curse you? Chantel, tell me. Is someone bullying you?" Concern laced Blair's tone as she searched the young girl's face for any hint that would help her understand.

However, Chantel closed her eyes and shook her head. Tears that had earlier threatened to fall, now flowed freely down her cheeks.

"No," she whispered between sobs. She glanced sideways and saw the patient in the next bed, staring at them intently. Aware that there was no privacy in this small ward, the young girl hesitated.

At once, Blair understood why Chantel had not continued. She patted the girl's hand and reassured her, "We'll talk about it later. Take it easy."

"Okay," the young girl managed to say between hiccups and sobs.

Wesley returned in Less than ten minutes, accompanied by two nurses.

They walked up to Chantel and helped her stand. A nurse cooed, “Come with us, Chantel. Step carefully."