"Ms. Sawyer, you are one month pregnant."
Charlotte was lying on the hospital bed, and when she heard the examining doctor's congratulatory voice, she was so shocked that her mind went completely blank.
Her hand subconsciously stroked her still flat lower abdomen, yet her gaze instinctively drifted to Timothy, who was standing by the bed.
The doctor brought over a bottle of glucose, inserted an IV needle into the back of her hand, and said, "Ms. Sawyer, you're a little malnourished right now. You will feel much better after this bottle of glucose is administered."
"Major General Hollander, I... I have decided to keep this baby!" After the doctor left, Charlotte looked at the silent, imposing man standing by the hospital bed and spoke these words with a mix of nervousness and resolve
