Chantel stared at the nurses in bewilderment.

“Where are you taking me?"

Wesley, who stood at a distance, remained silent. But, Blair explained,

“Your uncle has arranged for a better ward for you. Can you walk?"

“Changed my ward...‘ The Leonard couple's kindness moved Chantel deeply. They had already done so much for her. And now this. How would she ever repay their generosity and kindness? “I'm okay. I can walk.”

The intravenous injection the nurse had administered a few moments ago had taken effect by now. Chantel felt some relief.

In the VIP ward

As soon as the nurses left, Chantel, who had already sat on the bed, stood and walked straight to the Leonard couple. To their astonishment and utter confusion, she fell to her knees before them.

Wide-eyed, Blair glanced at Wesley, who frowned and asked, "What are you doing? Get up!"

“Chantel, the stress of not knowing is too much. Please, just tell us what happened." Blair wanted to help the girl stand, but she vigorously shook her head and refused.

Mustering all her courage, Chantel finally raised her head and met

Blair's gaze.

“Uncle Wesley, Aunt Blair, it was all my idea. Gifford is not at fault. He doesn't even know that I'm pregnant. Please don't blame him. This is all my fault!"

“Gifford?" Blair exclaimed. She was so stunned that she was rendered speechless. ‘Gifford? My son...and Chantel? Perhaps I misunderstood.

Could it be?"

Realizing that the situation was complicated, Wesley frowned and asked,

“Gifford got you pregnant, and he doesn't know?"

Tears streamed down Chantel's face. She hung her head and explained,

"No, he doesn't know because I didn't tell him. We slept together...but it was because of me. He was the victim." At this moment, she was filled with regret over her impulsive action. She shouldn't have conceived Gifford's child without the Leonard family's consent. But it was too late. She only hoped that Wesley and Blair wouldn't be too angry with her.

“What do you mean? Why was he the victim?" Blair was confused. Was her son that weak? “Don’t tell me... you seduced and forced Gifford?"

“It's not like that..." Chantel felt embarrassed, but on second thought, she realized that Gifford hadn't been a willing participant.

So, she corrected herself.

"Sort of. You may think of it this way.”

It was Wesley's turn to be rendered speechless. He couldn't imagine how a weak girl Like Chantel could force a brave and strong colonel.

Blair helped the young girl to stand.