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Initially indifferent and engrossed in his phone, Bryant suddenly looked up. I had nowhere to hide and reluctantly stepped forward.

Bryant's expression softened, and he asked gently, "What brings you to the hospital?"

That starkly contrasted with his cold tone with Margaret just moments ago. I might have interpreted it as a sign of favoritism in the past, but it only felt like a mockery at the moment.

Before I could respond, Margaret glanced at the doctor's information on the screen by the office door and laughed mockingly. "Why are you seeing a doctor from this department? Don't tell me you've caught std. Those usually come from a sketchy love life."

She raised her voice deliberately, drawing disdainful looks from many around us.

I felt relieved, realizing due to a shift change or something, the displayed specialist wasn't the one I had an appointment with.

And then, it dawned on me that although I was there for a pregnancy check-up, I was still in the early stages, not yet three months along, so I had to see a gynecologist instead of an obstetrician.

If it had been for obstetrics, I wouldn't have been able to explain myself, and Bryant might have used his influence to dig into my medical records.

I sighed softly, adjusting my mood, and said calmly, "Yes, the worst fear for a woman is her husband bringing home some dirty disease from his affairs."

Margaret clenched her teeth, not daring to argue further. "Then tell me. Why are you here?" I smiled and answered softly, "Didn't you already say it? I'm here to get treated for the 'std' my husband gave me."

Margaret glared at me. "Jane, do you believe...

you talk so much?" Bryant's face turned icy, cutting Margaret off with a frostyContent from NôvelDr(a)ma.Org.

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Margaret's eyes reddened with anger. "What do you mean? Didn't you hear how she insulted you? Are you defending her now?"

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"Do he is my husband?" I tried to remain calm, not wanting to lose my temper, and said leisurely, "Publicly clinging to someone else's husband, aren't you afraid of being a laughing stock? Oh, what were you here for again? I thought I heard you mention a child inside. Do you already have one?"

At that, the bystanders' attention shifted from me to Margaret and Bryant. Among the

crowd, mostly women, who wouldn't scorn such a situation?

People all despised the mistress and the illegitimate child, a moral outrage. An unfaithful man was even more reprehensible. The mistress lacked moral conscience, and the unfaithful husband lacked moral conscience, responsibility, and commitment.

"What are you all looking at?" Margaret asserted defiantly, "He and I grew up together. We were on the verge of becoming something more years ago."

Pointing at me, Margaret continued to distort the truth. "It was this m woman. She drove wedge between us causing us to break up and miss out on so many years. I'm merely reclaiming what was mine!"

"Margaret." Running out of patience, Bryant showed signs of irritation. "Didn't you say you had. Com stomachache? How come you're so loud when picking on others? Since you're fine, I'll have someone take you home."

Margaret teetered between crying and not, clinging to his arm. "The pain is killing me..."

I couldn't bear to watch anymore and turned to Bryant. "When you have a moment, please. give me a call."

Some matters shouldn't be dragged out any longer. Considering Timothy, there were other ways to handle things.

"Margaret, how are you feeling now? What did the doctor say?"