"Where am I?"
When I opened my eyes, all I saw was pitch white. The familiar smell of disinfectant in the air made me realise that I was in a hospital.
"Pauline, you're awake. Do you feel alright?" Ian asked hurriedly.
"I'm fine," I smiled gently at Ian, then began to ask, "Why am I in the hospital?"
I have clearly recovered from my injuries before. What was I doing back in the hospital?
"Pauline, you're pregnant." Ian's tone was very calm, but if one paid close attention, one would be able to discover the hidden shock in his tone. Unfortunately, I completely zoned out after Ian mentioned my pregnancy. I did not notice how odd Ian's tone was.
"Pauline, is this baby..." Ian did not finish his question. However, I already knew what he wanted to ask. He wanted to know who the child's fa
