Chapter 944

Minerva stood before the hospital, studying the report in her hand. Seven weeks pregnant. The thought of the child led her to consider abortion. Just as she was about to contact her doctor, Jenny approached.

Jenny's silence was deliberate; curiosity about Minerva's presence gnawed at her. Her gaze fell upon the pregnancy report. Eyes widening, she exclaimed, "You're pregnant? Minerva, you're pregnant! Whose child is it? Seven weeks… you were with Rowan then. Is it Rowan's?"

Minerva frowned at Jenny's sudden appearance and the revelation of her pregnancy. When Minerva remained silent, Jenny pressed, "Minerva, is it Rowan's or not?" Jenny's own precarious position fueled her anxiety; she couldn't let Minerva use this child to take Rowan away.

She recalled her own abstinence from Rowan despite living together, a fact she couldn't explain. Rowan, she remembered, had said he wasn't in a hurry, preferring to wait until their wedding night. While slightly disappointed, Jenny had interpreted this as respect.

Yet, Rowan's past infidelities were well-known. Hadn't she herself witnessed him with Minerva?

Minerva warned coldly, "Did you forget what I told you?" The image of Rowan with Jenny filled her with disgust, solidifying her resolve to abort the child. The thought of constantly associating it with Jenny and Rowan was unbearable.

Jenny hesitated, intimidated by Minerva's threats. Fear, however, was superseded by her concern about the child's paternity.

"I wasn't here to see you," Jenny stated, "I was visiting Joe. And I certainly don't want to see you. But if this child is Rowan's, you need to reconsider. Using a baby to entrap a man is wrong. Rowan doesn't like you; we're together. We'll face whatever comes our way. Are you sure you want to interfere?"

Jenny took a deep breath, knowing Minerva's pride. These words, she hoped, would dissuade her from pursuing Rowan.

Minerva felt a wave of nausea, perhaps a pregnancy symptom. "I have some pictures," she said, "Would you like to see them?"

"Pictures? What pictures?" Jenny's expression shifted, a sense of foreboding washing over her.

Minerva displayed a picture on her phone: Jenny and Edwin, his arm around her. Though Jenny's head was down, it was unmistakably her.

"You! Why do you have these?" Jenny's composure shattered. "These are edited! Who gave them to you? They're trying to ruin me, to get me away from Rowan! How dare you use such tactics!"

"You know if they're edited," Minerva retorted. "Forget you ever saw me. Go back to Rowan. Stop this. If you annoy me, these photos go public. You'll be famous in Jipsburg."

Initially, Minerva hadn't wanted to engage, but Jenny's persistence had worn her thin.