Chapter 444 The Gestational Age
Alone at home, Meryl stared at the ceiling, unable to sleep. Chandler got drunk and didn’t come back until after midnight. Feeling him enter the house, Meryl immediately closed her eyes.
After going into the bathroom to take a shower, he lay on the bed and hugged her from behind. She was wrapped tightly in his warm arms. Noticing that she was not really asleep, Chandler pressed her to his chest. “Dante divorced Anne today and asked me out for a drink. Don’t overthink it.”
“Well,” Meryl whispered. Chandler’s heartbeats gradually dispelled her uneasiness. She cradled his neck, as usual, close to his collarbone. “Chandler, could you please accompany me to the hospital for an antenatal examination tomorrow morning?”
Meryl didn’t know how much he believed about her explanation for the photos. It suddenly occurred to her what Anne had advised: that the baby was the bond between them. Therefore, she decided to use the baby to repair their relationship.
Still feeling drowsy, she noticed that he was furious. He was standing on the balcony in his black pajamas, one hand in his pocket. Meryl did not know to whom he was talking. Across the distance, she intuitively thought the caller was scolding him, for Chandler’s face grew colder and colder with the incessant speech of the caller. Who was it? Why did he speak to Chandler in such a tone?
While Meryl was puzzled, Chandler, who remained silent, finally growled, “He deserved it.”
After he hung up the phone, she sat up and rubbed her eyes. “What happened?”
“Dalton has three broken ribs.”
Meryl was stunned.
Chandler added, “I beat him up yesterday.”
Meryl was lost in thought. Did Chandler storm off from home to the hospital to fight Dalton yesterday? Meryl immediately glanced at Chandler’s fingers. “Are you injured?”
“Would I get hurt dealing with people like him?” He threw his mobile phone on the bed and turned into the bathroom.
Meryl frowned. Dalton’s rib was broken by Chandler, and it might not be over easily. Halfway through Meryl’s antenatal examination, Chandler’s phone rang again.
The caller on the other end of the phone sounded like Morton. “He is your nephew anyway! You are part of the Aniston family. How could you be so ruthless to him? I have told Dad about it. If anything happens to him this time, I will risk my life to take revenge on you!”
Chandler sneered, “Are you still a child who can only complain to Dad when you can’t defeat me? Well, it doesn’t matter. You can even cry in front of him and see what he will do to me.”
With that, Chandler hung up, regardless of Morton’s remarks. Meryl whispered, “Shall we go and have a look?”
Chandler disagreed. “It’s not necessary. He won’t die.”
He broke Dalton’s three ribs, which was still his mercy for him. Dalton deserved a more severe punishment for his wrongdoing. After the antenatal examination, Meryl went to the doctor with the reports.
The doctor reviewed the ultrasound scan and inadvertently said, “The baby is two weeks younger.” She pointed to a dot on the screen. “Are you sure you remember the gestational age correctly?”
Meryl nodded her head gently. “Yes.”
“That’s strange. It’s really two weeks younger, but it’s also possible that you are too thin. Eat more recently and see if you can make up for it.”
Chandler narrowed his eyes thoughtfully.