Ad copy

Newport City Hospital wasn't particularly crowded. Probably because it was a weekday. It was almost eerily quiet. Ivy sat on a bench in the corridor, waiting for her test results. Growing up, she never had proper meals, which ruined her stomach. Things only started to improve after she went to college and adopted a regular eating schedule, keeping flare-ups at bay for a long time. But lately, something was off. She was constantly feeling unwell. Her boyfriend urged her to go to the hospital and get it checked out. He was on his annual leave and had originally promised to come with her. But a last-minute emergency at his company called him back, leaving Ivy to come alone. Her phone buzzed with a notification. It broke her train of thought. It was a text from her boyfriend, Cole Donovan. [How did it go?] Seeing his message, the corners of Ivy's lips curled up, a soft smile warming her features. Having grown up an orphan, she had always yearned for a happy family. Fate had dealt her a terrible hand in childhood, but compensated her with a perfect romance. Thinking of the man she had been with for three years filled her with warmth. A subconscious smile always graced her lips at the thought of him. [Still waiting] She replied. [I can't pick you up. It's freezing out there, so grab a cab home.] [It's fine. The bus is convenient enough.] [Be good and take a cab. I got paid today, so I transferred half my paycheck to your account.] Her screen lit up again. A bank notification popped up on her phone. A deposit of fifty hundred dollars had just cleared. She was a senior in college, only half a semester away from graduation. Cole was four years older than her, working at a gaming company with a pretty decent salary. After getting together, they rented an apartment. Cole paid for all their dates, meals, and entertainment, never letting her spend a single dime. Three months into their relationship, things had shifted. He started transferring half his monthly salary to her. He told her it was her own spending money. Ivy felt too guilty to accept and initially refused. Cole merely insisted it was his duty as her man. He told her not to overthink it and just keep it. Her best friend used to tell her that a man who was generous, gentle, fiercely loyal, tall, and incredibly handsome simply didn't exist. If he did, he was either a serial cheater or a con artist. Yet Ivy had somehow managed to find him. She considered herself incredibly lucky. She was head over heels in love with Cole and cherished their relationship deeply. "Number 37, Ivy Robertson. Please proceed to Examination Room 3." The automated voice echoed through the hallway. It pulled her out of her sweet reverie. Entering the room, the doctor handed her the test results. "Your stomach is perfectly fine. However, you're pregnant—about four weeks along. If you plan to keep the baby, I suggest you schedule a comprehensive check-up with obstetrics." The doctor stated the facts calmly. But Ivy was completely stunned. Pregnant... Her mind went blank. She couldn't believe her ears. The doctor studied the beautiful young woman in front of him. Seeing her dazed expression, he figured it was just another case of an unplanned college pregnancy. He casually added, "If you don't want it, you can head over to gynecology to discuss termination options." Ivy frowned, her protective instincts instantly flaring up. "I never said I didn't want it." 👉Search num🔥【851】 on🔥 [Beenovel] to read next chapter. As she walked out of the room with her chart in hand, her thoughts spun. Her head was buzzing. She still couldn't wrap her mind around it. Was she really going to be a mother? Sunlight poured beautifully through the hospital windows. She wondered how Cole would react to the news. Having grown up at St. Jude's Orphanage, her desire for a real family was far more intense than an average person's. Ever since she started dating Cole, she couldn't help but dream of their future family of three. Sharing every meal, building a cozy home, and watching the seasons change together. It was everything she had wished for as a little girl. Staring at the paper in her hands, Ivy felt like her lifelong dream was finally within reach. She couldn't wait to share the incredible news with Cole. A text felt too impersonal, so she decided to call him, wanting to tell him herself and hear his reaction. She dialed his number. Her heart hammered wildly in her chest. But after ringing for a long time, the call simply went straight to voicemail. A wave of disappointment washed over her. She didn't dwell on it. On second thought, telling him face-to-face when he got home would be much more special. So, she hailed a cab back to their apartment. Her stomach fluttered with nervous anticipation as she waited for Cole. ... Meanwhile, in a neighboring metropolis. At The Donovan Estate in Capital City, fish swam lazily in the pond next to a beautifully landscaped pavilion. This sprawling, elegant sanctuary sat squarely in the most expensive zip code of Capital City. An elegant middle-aged woman sat on a stone bench in the pavilion, leisurely tossing food to the fish. Her voice was calm and measured. "Eliam, I never opposed you dating for fun. I looked into that girl. For an ordinary civilian, she's impressive enough. She has a clean record and a sweet disposition. She's a good girl." "Your grandfather made it clear that those in power must always be vigilant and adaptable. The Donovan Group is currently a massive target, so he isn't forcing you or your brother into a political marriage just for the sake of power." "But you are the eldest son. The empire will ultimately fall into your hands. Your future wife doesn't need to come from royalty, but she absolutely cannot be a nobody." "Besides, an innocent girl like her would be eaten alive by the social politics of our world." "Do you understand what I'm saying?" Mrs. Donovan dusted the last of the fish food from her hands. She turned to look at her son sitting across from her. The crisp autumn sunlight filtered through the changing leaves, casting dappled shadows over the man. He possessed a strikingly aristocratic profile, his sharp jawline and straight nose sculpted to perfection beneath the shifting light. His gaze was lowered, fixated on the missed call on his phone. He let out a low, indifferent sound of agreement. "Yeah." "Give her a generous financial settlement. Cut ties now before she enters the real world and discovers your true identity. It's best for both of you." "Got it." "She's been with you for three years without asking for a dime. She loved you genuinely. Don't make it ugly, and try not to break her heart completely." "Understood." "As for your impending marriage, will you pick someone yourself, or should I find a suitable candidate?" "Whatever works." Seeing his nonchalant attitude, Mrs. Donovan couldn't help but feel a twinge of concern. "Are you absolutely sure you can handle this cleanly?" Eliam, who had called himself Cole, lifted his predatory gaze and gave a curt nod. "Don't worry about it." "Let me remind you one last time—I'm giving you the space to handle this yourself, so you better do it flawlessly. If your father or the Patriarch has to step in, you know what will happen." Eliam's expression darkened. He murmured his assent and turned to walk away. 👉Search num🔥【851】 on🔥 [Beenovel] to read next chapter.