Chapter 108: Morning Sickness or Mistrust?

“Ridiculous! Who told you that vomiting must be related to pregnancy?” Ellis spat out, disgusted by Easton’s so-called common sense. “I’m not pregnant!”

If anyone could be pregnant, it certainly wouldn’t be Ellis!

“Are you sure?” Easton’s gaze drifted back to her abdomen. “When was your last period?”

“Don’t even talk to me about pregnancy; just hearing it makes me want to cut off your manhood!”

Her thoughts were a mess, tinged with a bit of fear; right now, the last thing Ellis wanted to hear was anything about pregnancy. Easton definitely wouldn’t want a child with her, nor did she want to have his child. If she really was pregnant, getting an abortion would be a bitter ordeal, and she didn’t want to suffer at all, having had her fill of hardships already.

“Come back to the room with me.” Before the doctor arrived, Easton hadn’t carried her roughly as before, but had softened his tone a bit, as if coaxing a misbehaving child.

“I’m not going.”

Breaking free from Easton’s grasp, Ellis ran to the sofa and sat down, arms crossed and a “don’t you dare come near me” scowl on her face. Her expression didn’t last long before the unstoppable nausea returned, and she bolted for the bathroom.

The dry heaving soon turned into real vomiting: Ellis threw up so much that even bile came out, leaving her weak and feeble. Easton had no choice but to support her, frowning slightly. “Could it be food poisoning? What did you eat today?”

She didn’t want to say a word to Easton, and as soon as she stepped out of the bathroom, Ellis half-collapsed onto the sofa.

Seeing this, Easton prepared to lift her. “Come on, lie down in the room. It’ll be more comfortable.”

“Don’t touch me!” If she hadn’t been so drained, Ellis would have loved to hit him again. “You’re filthy!”

“Where am I filthy?” Easton looked down at himself, finding no stains.

“Everywhere, no, it’s both your body and soul that are filthy!”

Easton’s expression darkened as he glanced elsewhere.

Just as the butler brought in Samuel, their gazes met by chance. Seeing Easton’s grim expression, the butler shivered and weakly reminded, “Sir, Dr. Samuel is here.”

Samuel examined the pale Ellis, then turned to Easton with respect. “Sir, please step aside; let me check on Mrs. Hudson.”

“This is all pointless; just let me go, and I’ll be fine.”

Ellis didn’t believe Easton was concerned about her being sick; in her view, given his way of thinking, he was probably worried she was really pregnant and might secretly have the child and opt for an abortion.

Samuel, without a word, watched Easton’s expression for cues. If Easton hadn’t heard Ellis’s earlier remark, he signaled the doctor to check her pulse. Checking the pulse required both hands, and Samuel was focused on the examination.

Impatient for results, Easton asked with limited patience, “Well? What’s wrong with her? Or is she pregnant?”

After letting go of Ellis’s hand, Dr. Samuel looked up at Easton. “Sir, Mrs. Hudson is fine.”

“Then what’s with the incessant vomiting?” Easton eyed Samuel suspiciously, seeing Ellis suffer so much yet hearing from the doctor that she was fine.

Some things didn’t need to be said aloud; Samuel caught the subtext in Easton’s look, questioning his medical skills. Suddenly feeling insecure, he checked her pulse again, cautiously suggesting, “Mrs. Hudson’s pulse is steady and strong. From my years of experience, I’d say she is physically fine. Sir, if you are still concerned, we could take Mrs. Hudson to the hospital for tests.”

“Have you not answered me yet? Is she pregnant or not?” Easton repeated the question, his tone tinged with dissatisfaction.

Ellis waited for Samuel’s reply too. If she really was pregnant, not a day could be wasted; she’d get an abortion overnight. Don’t talk to me about how great motherly love is; it should be based on a woman’s willingness and readiness, both emotionally and materially. First, I must love myself before I can love others, a lesson I’ve learned from that scumbag. Most importantly, children unwelcome by their parents should better not be born, to spare everyone the pain.

Samuel paused. “Mrs. Hudson is not pregnant.” Hadn’t my earlier declaration that she was fine implied she wasn’t pregnant? Before he could finish, noticing Easton’s displeasure with his answer, he was confused. Isn’t that just me being honest?

Thinking about how Ellis and Easton had been married for three years, by which time most couples would have had children, he quickly added, “It’s too early to detect pregnancy by pulse. My examination might not be accurate. Vomiting is indeed an early sign of pregnancy. If Mr. and Mrs. Hudson want immediate results, they can go to the hospital for a blood test, which can detect pregnancy as early as ten days.”

Happy for a few seconds, Ellis suddenly got up. “I’m going to the hospital for a check-up!” she declared, then looked at the butler. “Get the car ready—and some money.”

Her account was frozen; the only money she had access to was on her phone, and her phone was left back at the manor.