Flash Marriage: Pampered by Mr.Bigshot-Chapter 783 - 782: I...I’m Pregnant

Maxwell Peary, looking exhausted, was sitting on a sofa.

He had been a step too late; Yancy... hadn’t waited for him.

"Tomorrow is his funeral. Will you go with me?"

Nia Mitchell stood frozen, her face pale.

This sudden news left her utterly bewildered.

She hadn’t had many interactions with Yancy Hastings, but she was well aware of the relationship between Yancy Hastings and Maxwell Peary.

It was an inseparable friendship, much like hers with Charles Northwood and Fiona Sutton.

"Okay, Uncle, I’ll go with you."

She walked over to Maxwell Peary’s side, sat down, and reached out to take his cold, large hand.

"Uncle, please don’t be sad."

Maxwell Peary had always concealed his emotions well. Even with something this significant, his only outward signs were a poor complexion and a hoarse voice.

He must be terribly sad inside.

Seeing him like this, Nia Mitchell didn’t know what to do.

"I’m fine. I just need to rest for a bit. You should go and deliver the food now."

...

After watching the CEO resting in bed, Nia Mitchell left.

She planned to return immediately after delivering the food. 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶

While in the car, Nia Mitchell called Fiona Sutton.

There was no answer.

Strange.

"Charles Northwood, do you know where Fiona Sutton is?"

Fiona Sutton? Charles Northwood paused for a moment. He had been so overwhelmed these past few days that he truly hadn’t noticed her.

"I don’t know. What’s wrong?"

"Could you go check on her? Yancy Hastings was killed in action... I’m worried she might..."

"Killed in action?"

Charles Northwood was shocked, finding it hard to believe.

After hanging up, Charles Northwood immediately rushed to the dormitory.

Ignoring the dormitory supervisor’s attempts to stop him, he stormed into her dorm room.

He kicked the door open and saw Fiona Sutton sitting on the floor by the table, hugging her knees.

As if hearing a sound, she stirred, her face pale as she looked at Charles Northwood, who had just entered.

It was him.

Fiona Sutton’s expression fell. Why wasn’t it Yancy Hastings?

How could Charles Northwood do something so crude? Only Yancy Hastings would kick open a door like that.

"Fiona Sutton?"

Charles Northwood walked over and gently lifted her onto the bed.

"Look at yourself."

Charles Northwood sighed. Not only was she pale, but her face was also almost completely drained of color.

Seeing her like this made Charles Northwood extremely distressed.

"My condolences. Please try to come to terms with it."

Fiona Sutton’s lips trembled, and tears began to fall again.

"You know too."

Her voice was very faint, fragile and weak.

The usually vibrant Fiona Sutton looked particularly heart-wrenching at this moment.

"Do you have a fever?"

As he tried to smooth her hair, he accidentally brushed her forehead.

Charles Northwood was startled and immediately scooped her up.

"I’m taking you to the hospital."

「First People’s Hospital of Capital Town」

Although Fiona Sutton had a fever, she had always been strong and healthy, so she wasn’t as debilitated as others might have been.

She sat across from the doctor, with Charles Northwood standing behind her.

"Miss Sutton, is it?"

The doctor looked at the test results before him, then glanced at her face.

"What is wrong with you young people these days? How can you neglect your bodies like this?"

The doctor admonished them, as was typical of the profession.

"It’s almost forty degrees! Are you trying to cook your brain? It’s one thing if you don’t take care of yourself, but shouldn’t you at least consider the child in your womb?"

The doctor glanced at Charles Northwood, assuming the child was his.

"What kind of father are you?"

Fiona Sutton sat there in a daze, her hands instinctively going to her stomach, her face a mask of disbelief.

"I... I’m pregnant?"