"What are you talking about? Why would I beat and curse you? Chantel, tell me. Is someone bullying you?" Concern laced Blair's tone as she searched the young girl's face for any hint that would help her understand.

However, Chantel closed her eyes and shook her head. Tears that had earlier threatened to fall, now flowed freely down her cheeks. "No," she whispered between sobs. She glanced sideways and saw the patient in the next bed, staring at them intently. Aware that there was no privacy in this small ward, the young girl hesitated.

At once, Blair understood why Chantel had not continued. She patted the girl's hand and reassured her, "We'll talk about it later. Take it easy."

"Okay," the young girl managed to say between hiccups and sobs.

Wesley returned in less than ten minutes, accompanied by two nurses. They walked up to Chantel and helped her stand. A nurse cooed, "Come with us, Miss Ye. Step carefully."

Chantel stared at the nurses in bewilderment. "Where are you taking me?"

Wesley, who stood at a distance, remained silent. But, Blair explained, "Your uncle has arranged for a better ward for you. Can you walk?"

'Changed my ward...' The Li couple's kindness moved Chantel deeply. They had already done so much for her. And now this. How would she ever repay their generosity and kindness? "I'm okay. I can walk."

The intravenous injection the nurse had administered a few moments ago had taken effect by now. Chantel felt some relief.

In the VIP ward

As soon as the nurses left, Chantel, who had already sat on the bed, stood and walked straight to the Li couple. To their astonishment and utter confusion, she fell to her knees before them.

Wide-eyed, Blair glanced at Wesley, who frowned and asked, "What are you doing? Get up!"

"Chantel, the stress of not knowing is too much. Please, just tell us what happened." Blair wanted to help the girl stand, but she vigorously shook her head and refused.

Mustering all her courage, Chantel finally raised her head and met Blair's gaze. "Uncle Wesley, Aunt Blair, it was all my idea. Gifford is not at fault. He doesn't even know that I'm pregnant. Please don't blame him. This is all my fault!"

"Gifford?" Blair exclaimed. She was so stunned that she was rendered speechless. 'Gifford? My son...and Chantel? Perhaps I misunderstood. Could it be?'

Realizing that the situation was complicated, Wesley frowned and asked, "Gifford got you pregnant, and he doesn't know?"

Tears streamed down Chantel's face. She hung her head and explained, "No, he doesn't know b

ocking the door from inside, Erica ran to him, wrapped her arms around his neck, stood on tiptoe, and kissed him.

Matthew held the phone with one hand, circled her waist with the other, and lowered his head to give her a deep kiss.

After a while, when the person on the other end stopped speaking, Matthew broke the kiss and replied, "Leave it to Paige. If you have any questions, contact her."

Erica didn't stop there. She hurriedly untied his tie. Matthew immediately grabbed her small hand, put the phone on speaker mode, and threw it on the nearby desk.

The man on the other end of the line continued to report to the CEO, oblivious of what was happening in his boss's office. "I haven't replied to their requests yet. According to my observation during this period, the stock price is indeed rising..."

Every so often, Matthew would reply with a single word to show that he was listening.

Meanwhile, he and Erica were busy undressing each other.

A few minutes later, the disheveled man held the passionate woman in his arms and picked up the phone on the desk. "That's it. I'll visit them tomorrow morning."

"Yes, Mr. Huo."

After ending the call, Matthew threw the phone on the desk. He wrapped an arm around Erica's waist, pulled her close to him, entangled his fingers in her hair, and continued to deep kiss her. Step by step, he walked her toward the big French windows. Finally, he spun her around, placed her arms against the windows, and pulled her hips toward him. He couldn't control the passion she had aroused in him a minute longer!

After a long time, Erica was carried into the lounge. Oh! She felt like she was dying. If she didn't get pregnant, she would really die!