Sir Ares, Goodnight novel (Jay Ares and Rose) novel Chapter 847

"Stop pretending. You can't have children anymore.” Jay exposed her act.

Angeline looked at him in surprise. She suddenly remembered when she was being bullied by the Bell father and daughter duo, her uterus was damaged and she lost her ability to have children.

"Then... Why am I throwing up?" Angeline was confused.

Jay looked at the seriousness in her eyes and could feel his heart tighten.

This girl did not look like she was lying.

He sent a message to Finn. 'Get the obstetriciangynecologist over.’

Angeline kept throwing up. Now, she was lying on the bed hopelessly. Her face was thin and pale, looking wan and sallow.

"Do I have cancer?

"Intestine cancer?

"Stomach cancer?”

She started overthinking.

"No, why does this feel the same as when I had Jenson and the kids?”

Jay frowned before he turned around and left.

After a while, he walked in with a pack of sour plums.

He threw it to her and said, "Eat sparingly."

When Angeline saw the sour plums, her eyes lit up.

"Thanks."

She sat up and opened the packet. Then, she started eating the plums.

Jay watched as she wolfed down the plums one by one. There was a hint of confusion in his eyes.

This girl did not like these pickled and sour things before!

After Angeline ate the plums, she was not as nauseous as before.

Jay asked her, "Do you want more?"

Jay,"..."

A convenient father? This term made his heart hurt.

He had missed out on the chance of taking care of her when she was pregnant. He felt remorseful every time he thought about it and would regret it for the rest of his life.

If she had another chance of carrying his child, he should not let her down.

However, this pregnancy of hers should be fake, right?

Two hours later.

Finn knocked on the door. "President, the doctor is here."

Jay nodded. "Let him in."

Then, an old woman in a casual outfit walked in. She sat on the bed without saying anything before taking Angeline's pulse.

One of Angeline’s hands was still being tied to the bedpost, but it was as if the old woman was used to seeing this kind of thing.