Chapter 211 Whose Baby She Is Carrying

"Mr. Spencer? Mr. Spencer? " After the doctor finished his words, he got no reply from Spencer. He turned to look at him, who was in a daze, and said with a smile, "Mr. Spencer, are you so excited that you don't know what to do?"

When Spencer raised his eyebrows, he immediately came back to his senses. He forced a smile and said, "Yes."

The doctor didn't realize the abnormality. He just nodded and said, "Mr. Spencer, I'll leave first. Get her some medicine. It's better to have an intravenous drip, or I don't know when she will wake up."

"Fine." Spencer answered in a trance. Just as the doctor turned around, he suddenly seemed to respond and hurriedly called the doctor, "Wait a minute!"

"Mr. Spencer, is there anything else?" The doctor asked.

"Well..." After a short pause, he asked, "Is it seven or ten days since Fiona is pregnant?"

"I don't know. I can only be sure that it won't last more than ten days." The doctor said.

"Is there any way to be sure?"

"No, there isn't." The doctor shook his head.

Spencer stood still, being silent and didn't say a word. The doctor was gradually infected by the shadow on Spencer's face. His heart couldn't be controlled and sped up. He asked worriedly, "Mr. Spencer, what's wrong?"

"No, nothing." He waved his hand to the doctor to leave. The doctor nodded and left the room quietly with the report.

It was so quiet in the room that he couldn't hear any sound of breathing. Unexpectedly, Spencer was still standing there, feeling cold from heart to feet. With tear stains on her pale face, Fiona was breathing steadily on the bed.

He moved slowly towards the edge of the bed. He pressed his lips together and put his hand on her belly. He wanted to feel the little baby in her womb that hasn't formed yet. His hand sank and sank slowly, and bit by bit

"Damn it!" When he was only one centimeter away from the quilt, he cursed and suddenly retracted his hand. He hesitated. If the child was not his. If it had been seven days, the baby could only be his child. But if it had been eight days, nine days or ten days, when Fiona had been still in the Manor Residence at that time, then No! He dared not to think more about it!

On the other side, Celine ran into the infirmary because Spencer hadn't come back for a long time. When she saw the doctor who had just come out of Fiona's ward, she stopped him and asked, "Do you know where Spencer is?"

"Mr. Spencer is in the third ward now, but Mrs. Cheng is still in a coma. Miss Celine, you'd better wait for a moment."

"Is she still in a coma?" Frowning, Celine glanced at the report in the doctor's hand and asked, "Why is she still in a coma? Is she seriously ill? What is the test report? "

"Oh, she's not ill." The doctor smiled and said, "It's a good news!"

"Good news?"

"Yes, Mrs. Cheng is pregnant!"

"Pregnant? !" Celine widened her eyes in disbelief and exclaimed, "Fiona is pregnant!"

"Yes." The doctor nodded. Before he said anything, he saw Spencer coming out of Fiona's ward. "Mr. Spencer?"

Hearing the voice, Celine turned her head, and unexpectedly saw th

at all. It was Spencer who asked me to ask for leave for her. Later, I called Fiona, but I couldn't get through to her. "

Ryan sat up straight, nodded and didn't say anything more.

It was getting dark. A car came in and parked wildly at the gate of the dormitory building.

Celine had been waiting in the dormitory. When she heard the sound of engine stalling, she hurriedly raised her head from the windowsill and saw the man walking out of the car. It was Spencer, but his body was shaking and his pace was not steady.

Did he? Did he drink alcohol?

At the thought of this, Celine rushed out of the dormitory and ran downstairs. At the corner of the first floor, she saw Spencer climbing the stairs silently. She could smell the alcohol breath coming at him from a few steps away.

But Spencer didn't notice Celine and he was walking step by step with his head down.

"Spencer!" Celine stared at him and asked very prettily, "Did you drink?"

Hearing this, Spencer raised his head. He looked drunk, with his eyes blurred. The buttons on his shirt were removed, and his Adam's apple rolled back and forth. He looked more unruly and free than usual. After staring at Celine for a few seconds, he recognized her. He spat, "Why do you care about me?" After saying that, he continued to walk up.

"Stop!" Celine opened her arms and stood in front of him, sneering, "What's wrong with you today? Shouldn't you be happy that Fiona is pregnant? Why did you go out by yourself? "

Spencer's eyes narrowed dangerously. Stretching his hand out, he waved Celine away mercilessly and said, "get out of my way!"

Celine stumbled and leaned against the wall by Spencer's push. When she saw that Spencer was about to leave, she grabbed his sleeve with one hand, as quickly as she could. "What's wrong? Get angry? Why? Was it because of Fiona? Because the child she is carrying is not yours at all! Is it? !" Celine roared and stared at Spencer.

This bold conjecture came from the analysis of Charles when she called him. And now, Celine was just confirming the truth.