Chapter 220

When it came to the baby, I couldn't care less about being afraid anymore. I said in a deep voice, “It’s true. I couldn’t conceive, but she can conceive for you!”

“I told you to shut up!”

He slapped the dining table abruptly, making a loud sound that almost sent the dishes flying. The surrounding waiters looked over, but none dared approach. Reynaldo was exuding a gloomy and terrifying aura.

I shrank in my chair, looking at him in terror. I didn't know why he was so angry; I hadn't said anything wrong.

He and Kimberly were deeply in love, and his grandmother longed for a great-grandchild. It was natural for Kimberly to have a baby for him, so why was he angry? Honestly, I found him increasingly incomprehensible. His thoughts were as deep as the ocean and more complicated than a tangled ball of thread.

Reynaldo glanced at me, then took a deep breath, as if suppressing his anger. I watched him carefully and said, “Don’t you want Kimberly to have your baby because she wasn’t in good health?”

Reynaldo closed his eyes, seemingly uninterested in looking at me. After a long time, he finally said, “Tomorrow, I will take you to the hospital for a physical examination.”

I was shocked. “I won’t go!”

Reynaldo looked at me coldly, doubt evident in his furrowed brows. Afraid he might guess something, I stuttered, “Why should I get a check-up? Men always blame the woman if they can’t conceive.”

Reynaldo chuckled. “So you mean it’s my fault?”

I hadn’t said that. I meant that infertility isn't necessarily the woman's fault. Anyway, I didn't want to go to the hospital. It was a joke! How could I hide my pregnancy?

Reynaldo stared at me, coldly chuckling. “I’ve already seen a doctor, and there are no issues. In fact, my sperm quality is above average.”

His last sentence made me blush, especially since he was so serious. I hadn't expected him to have a medical check-up; he clearly wants a child for his grandmother.

“So…” Reynaldo leaned forward, his gaze fixed on me. “We’ve tried many times, but you haven’t gotten pregnant. There must be a problem.”

I clenched my hands tightly. The delicious food suddenly lost its appeal. What should I do? I definitely couldn't go to the hospital, but what excuse could I use to dissuade him?

I thought he was trying to humiliate and get revenge on me. I couldn't believe he actually wanted a child with me.

“Nothing needs to be said,” Reynaldo leaned back, staring at me, his tone commanding. “Just come with me to the hospital tomorrow for treatment.”

“I said I’m not going!” I growled, my heart racing under his cold gaze. In desperation, I blurted out, “I’ve been taking birth control pills.”

Reynaldo’s face darkened. “Esmeralda, you really need to be taught a lesson!”

“So there’s no need for a check-up,” I said hastily. “I’ve heard it’s scary, and I’m afraid.”

Reynaldo pinched his brow, as if controlling his emotions. After a moment, he said, “I can skip the hospital tomorrow.”

I breathed a sigh of relief. Then he said, “I give you a month. During that month, I will come to you more frequently, and you are not allowed to take birth control pills! If you haven’t gotten pregnant, then we’ll go to the hospital.”

I was dumbfounded. “…I didn’t want to,” I finally managed to say.

Reynaldo sneered, “It’s not up to you.” His domineering tone was extreme. I was about to cry. I’d escaped the hospital for now, but not his demands.