Chasing His Runaway Wife

Chapter 3

Chapter 3 Prenatal Check-Up

Tabitha’s heart raced. She wanted to get a clearer look, but the nurse called her name. “Tabitha Jarvis,

please come to Room 601.”

The turmoil in her heart gradually calmed down, and Tabitha shook her head.

‘That woman had disappeared for eight years. How could she be here and with Malcolm?’ Tabitha

asked inwardly.

She comforted herself, thinking that she might have been mistaken.

Meanwhile, Malcolm brought Naomi Boyle downstairs and escorted her into the car.

Naomi stared at the results, saying uneasily, “Malcolm, why are there a few indicators out of the normal

range?”

She snuggled into Malcolm’s arms, her voice full of anxiety.

“I’m so worried. Is there anything wrong with the baby?” she muttered.

Malcolm’s back was slightly stiff. He wasn’t accustomed to Naomi’s closeness and touch, both mentally

and physically.

He was a little baffled as to why he lost control that night.

“Don’t overthink it. This is a routine blood test, and it’s normal for a few indicators to be a bit above the

average,” Malcolm reassured Naomi while discreetly pushing her away. Then, he picked up the

company documents from the side and flipped through them.

“I’m a bit busy with the company’s affairs. I need to deal with something first,” he said.

Seeing this, Naomi bit her lip and decided not to disturb him anymore. “Then you go ahead. I won’t

bother you.”

Seeing Naomi’s submissive demeanor, Malcolm suddenly thought of something. Somehow, the quiet

figure of Tabitha appeared in his mind.

‘She was also at the hospital today. Is she ill?’ he wondered.

*****

In the doctor’s office, the doctor was talking to Tabitha.

“Ms. Jarvis, you are six weeks pregnant,” the doctor informed.

Widening her eyes, Tabitha repeated in disbelief, “I’m pregnant?”

The doctor knew Alaric and naturally recognized Tabitha. A flash of sympathy appeared on his face.

He continued, “But with your coagulation disorder, pregnancy isn’t recommended. You need to take

good care of yourself, otherwise…”

Tabitha had been frail and suffered a coagulation disorder since childhood. She understood the

doctor’s unspoken words—giving birth to the baby would be risky.

Just being pregnant already meant she had one foot in the jaws of death.

As Tabitha held the pregnancy test report, she still couldn’t believe that she had become pregnant after

just one night with him.

Her mind was in chaos, and she couldn’t hear the doctor anymore.

“Thank you, doctor. I’ll leave now,” she said at the end of the consultation.

As she walked out of the hospital, it began to drizzle. The cold rain fell on her face, making Tabitha’s

fingers turn white from the chill.

She came to the same hospital as her husband, yet he was accompanying another woman for a

prenatal check-up.

Their marriage was contractual. On the other hand, that woman once saved Malcolm’s life and now

had his child.

Tabitha reckoned that even if she told him about her pregnancy, he would probably still give up on her

and choose the woman over her.

‘My baby is destined to have no father,’ she mused.

On this rainy day, Tabitha felt desolate and pained.

After Tabitha left, the doctor in the department pondered and called Alaric, sharing the news with

respect and joy. “Mr. Sinclair, congratulations…”

*****

When Tabitha returned to the Sinclair residence, she appeared as quiet and peaceful as usual, but her

eyes were a little red, and her face was strikingly pale.

The pregnancy test report and the divorce agreement were both placed in front of her at the same time,

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She had been trying so hard to be the perfect wife.

She would leave a lamp open for Malcolm every night. Whenever she knew he would come home, she

would always leave a pot of hot milk for him, no matter how cold the weather was.

But on their wedding anniversary, she didn’t even get to finish their last meal with him.

Steady footsteps suddenly approached. Seeing that Malcolm was back, Tabitha instinctively hid the

pregnancy test report.

At the sight of Tabitha’s pale face, Malcolm frowned slightly, “Do you feel better? What did the doctor

say?”

Even though Malcolm was always aloof, he was not uncaring. Even as they were about to divorce, he

still expressed a few words of concern for her.

Suppressing all the bitterness, Tabitha smiled and said, “Nothing. It’s just a common illness.”

Although she had been frail since she was young, her various experiences from childhood to adulthood

made her resilient and tenacious.

When Malcolm noticed the divorce agreement in front of her, he raised his eyebrow slightly, complex

emotions brewing in his eyes.

“You are quite frail, so take your time to think about the compensation. You can sign the divorce

agreement in a couple of days,” Malcolm suggested.

Tabitha sneered in her heart and didn’t say anything.

Since she didn’t respond, Malcolm turned around and walked into the study.

Tabitha crumpled the pregnancy test report into a ball and put it in her pocket. She got up, poured a

glass of milk, turned around, and went into the study.

The study was silent, and Malcolm had dozed off at one point, leaning against the back of his chair. His

brows were furrowed slightly, and he appeared extremely tired. Perhaps he was quite exhausted lately.

Tabitha habitually covered him with a blanket. Over the years, it had almost become her instinct to care

for him.

At this moment, Malcolm’s phone buzzed with a notification.

Tabitha accidentally caught a glimpse of it, and a message popped up on the screen.

[Malcolm, are you done with your company matters? I made some soup. Do you have time to come

over and have some?]

Tabitha’s eyes widened and her pale lips trembled slightly.

It wasn’t the message, but the sender’s picture and name that caught her eye—Naomi.

‘It’s her! It’s really her!’ Tabitha exclaimed inwardly.