"Mrs. Aysel Brown, congratulations! You are two months pregnant!" he exclaimed, extending his hand to congratulate Aysel. However, his hand was left hanging in mid-air, as Aysel hesitated to reciprocate the gesture.
A small frown briefly appeared on Dr. Andrew's face, but he quickly dismissed it, redirecting his hand towards Camellia instead. Yet, his attempt to engage Camellia was met with a harsh glare, indicating her displeasure about the unexpected news so he slowly retracted his hand and took a seat back on his chair. "What do you mean by my daughter is pregnant, Dr. Andrew?" she asked, struggling to accept the sudden and unexpected news the doctor shared.Dr. Andrew's response was cheerful, and he seemed oblivious to Camellia's disbelief."Isn't it wonderful news, Mrs. Brown? You're going to be a grandmother!" he exclaimed, his excitement palpable.However, Camellia's reaction was far from what Dr. Andrew had expected.Instead of being overjoyed, she gave him a deadpan glare, indicating her displeasure and disbelief about the unexpected news.The usual excitement that comes with the opportunity of becoming a grandmother was absent in her demeanor.Camellia was in disbelief not able to accept the doctor's diagnosis. Her voice was tensed as she addressed Dr. Andrew. "It's not possible. How can you say that Aysel is pregnant when she doesn't even have a boyfriend? Please run the tests again, your diagnosis must be incorrect," she insisted, not trusting the initial results.Aysel, on the other hand, was overwhelmed with panic and fear. Despite the air conditioner in the Doctor's office, Aysel broke out in a cold sweat and clutched her dress tightly, wrinkling it in the process. Her heart raced as she tried to come to terms with the situation.Aysel knew she was in a lot of trouble because she did not know what to say to her mother or the doctor. How was she going to explain to her mother the ordeal she had passed through three months ago?When Camellia's gaze met Aysel's nervous eyes, Aysel looked away, too embarrassed to face her mother. She didn't know how to explain the situation to her mother, and the fear of judgment and disappointment her mother would have about her weighed heavily on her.Camellia had confidence in Aysel but she made a fool of herself right in front of the doctor unknown to her because of Aysel's secret decision three months back.Her gaze shifted from the doctor to Aysel, filled with suspicion. It bore into Aysel, causing her to squirm uncomfortably in her seat."Aysel?" Camellia questioned, her eyebrow arched in skepticism, further intensifying Aysel's unease. With her head bowed, Aysel nervously replied, "Yes, Mom," Aysel muttered, barely audible to the ears.The shame and embarrassment were overwhelming for her, making it impossible for Aysel to meet her mother's piercing gaze. The weight of her past decision weighed heavily on her, leaving her feeling unworthy and afraid of disappointing her mother even more."Is what the Doctor saying true?" Camellia asked, trying to be calm so she wouldn't be frightened more.But the answer that was left in the air was a deafening silence.Dr. Andrew seated behind his table, had his eyes glued on the two people before him. It's almost like some of the cases he had in his hospital. Unforeseen pregnancy it seems to be by the looks of things that were unveiling before him. Camellia's frustration and anger began to overpower her initial calm demeanor as Aysel remained silent in response to her question. Growing increasingly agitated, she repeated her inquiry, this time with a louder and more forceful tone."I asked you a question, Aysel. Is what Dr. Andrew saying true?"Startled by her mother's sudden change in tone, Aysel was shaken, her head bowed in grief. A single tear escaped her eye, landing on her dress and leaving a small damp spot.Dr. Andrew, sensing the tension, interjected, calling for Camellia's attention."Erm, Mrs. Brown," he said, trying to redirect her focus from Aysel to himself."I think it would be much better and appropriate if you take this matter home and calmly question her as much as you want to. Yelling at her would not help sort anything out in this kind of situation. Talk to her and help her get better, let me know when the matter has been settled."The Doctor advised, giving Camellia a slight smile on his lips as he gave her the test papers.Accepting it, Camellia nodded in agreement, grateful for the doctor's advice. "Thank you, Doctor. I appreciate your help. I'll be sure to contact you if any further concerns arise," she said, picking up her bag and preparing to leave the office. A soft sniffle resonated in the office, originating from the dark brown-haired girl who sat with her head bowed beside her mother.Camellia, still harboring anger towards Aysel, tried to fortify her emotions and not be overly harsh."Get up, let's leave. Do you want to shed an ocean of tears in his office?" she said, her voice tinged with frustration.She extended a hand towards Aysel, silently urging her to stand so they could leave the office, hoping to address the situation in a more private and composed setting.Aysel slowly took her mother's caring soft hand, the awkwardness she felt was evident on her face about the thing she had in her womb. She was not as bold as before anymore. She sheepishly took her mother's hand and grabbed her little purse as she stood up from the seat with her head still bent.Dr. Andrew gave them a slight smile and pushed his glasses back up to the bridge of his nose. "Take care, Mrs. Brown. I wish you and your daughter the best," he said, bidding her farewell."Same here, Doctor Andrew." Camellia raised a tight smile on her delicate but tensed facial features as she bided him.In a small cozy residence. Its exterior boasts a charming beauty with a neatly painted front yard in timber color which is a shade of brown.Inside, the main floor features an open-concept living area that has a sitting room, dining and kitchen, creating a warm and inviting space for anyone who walks in. Upstairs, a two-bedroom and bathrooms provide privacy and comfort. With its tight yet useful arrangement, this duplex offers a comfortable living space for the mother and daughter to call home. But it seemed they would be welcoming a new member as it looks.In a room that looked like it hadn't been arranged in days, the floral-designed bedsheets were roughly kept on the single-sized bed. Pink and blue colors decorated the wall of the room giving off a feminine kind of vibe with the huge Teddy Bear placed on the bed. A make-up table and a wardrobe which had pictures of great celebrities and musicians of the occupying individual. A little club light hung up on the ceiling and a boom player was placed at the side of the room.The whole interior exuded an air of teenage to young adult typical kind of room.But the air in the room had drastically changed with the mother and daughter pair seated on the bed but in a heated discussion. "Mother, I promise it was done for a good reason. I did not mean to do such but I had to." Aysel cried out, tears flowing out her Hazel Brown eyes as she clutched onto her mother's dress, desperately begging her to believe what she said."Then tell me what made you take such a drastic decision, Aysel. Wasn't
****A taxi unhurriedly drove through an estate driveway, stopping at the front of a towering black gate. A young girl with wavy Dark Brown hair tied in a ponytail and Hazel Brown eyes stepped out of the taxi. She was dressed in blue jeans and a gray top neatly tucked into her pants which enlightened her curves, paired with a black sneakers shoe. She dragged her feet on the ground as she dazedly went to the taxi window and tipped the driver as she whispered... "Thanks, Mr.Fred," she said with a subtle smile on her delicate features which now looked pale."Anytime Young Mrs. Brown." The driver known as Mr.Fred said with a gentle and understanding smile. He had known Aysel for some time now and all the rides he had had with her she was always cheerful, having something to talk about. But he had never seen her so quiet and low-spirited during a lift.She was lost in her inner thoughts all through the ride, making him wonder what bothered her. He asked what was wrong with her change
That was how easily Aysel could get tired and sleep for long hours.......… "Mama, please! I don't want to go to school!" pleaded a young boy of around five years old, his wavy, short brown hair bouncing as he darted around the spacious sitting room. Seeking refuge, he scurried behind the grand golden dining chairs, attempting to evade his determined mother."Alexis, come back here! It's time for your bath, and you have exams today," called out a young woman with a similar shade of brown hair, neatly tied up in a bun. She wore a simple, flowing dress, but her face showed signs of exhaustion. She had been chasing after the mischievous little rascal for several minutes now, but he adamantly refused to comply, insisting that he didn't want to go to school. "I don't want to! I hate my teacher! She always pulls my ear and calls me a naughty boy, even when I haven't done anything wrong!" he exclaimed in a frustrated, childlike tone, as he emerged from his hiding spot only to swiftly move
However, his tone quickly escalated, transforming into a mixture of disdain and sinister intent as he spoke."What on earth brings you to my residence? Were my warnings not clear enough to stick into your head, or are you here to squeeze extra money out of me?" His words sent a shiver down Aysel's spine, leaving her at a loss for words as she vehemently shook her head, silently conveying to him that he was wrong, she wasn't there to get more money from him but it was for more important reasons. She desperately searched for an explanation, only to find her mind frustratingly blank.Scarlett was lost for a moment about what Anthony was talking about, it never crossed her mind to think they had met before and what could their meeting be about?She found her tongue and raised a question that had been on her mind."Do you know that thing?." She asked pointing her fingers in Aysel's direction. "And where," Scarlett inquired, her voice filled with curiosity as she approached him on the st
Scarlett couldn't figure out why Aysel wouldn't just leave."What does she want from my fiancé? More money? Well, she won't get it," Scarlett thought as she saw Aysel wince in pain from the second tug on her hair."You..." Aysel gritted her teeth as she tried to free her hair from Scarlett's grasp."I've always known you're trouble, you're a witch, and now you've proved it. You made me trip to harm my unborn..." Aysel's words trailed off.Aysel would never want to reveal the truth about her pregnancy. Especially not in front of a witch. "Babe, let go of her. You shouldn't waste your time on her. Like I said before, she's just desperate. Desperate for more money. I'll give it to her if that's what she wants, so we can have peace and quiet in this home again," Anthony said, walking towards Scarlett and lifting her up from the ground.He felt he had been entertained enough and it was time to wrap things up before Aysel spilled the beans in front of Scarlett. He couldn't bear the though
Anthony, who had not anticipated such a turn of events, became furious. He had not expected Aysel to be so merciless as to bite his beloved fiancée so hard. It angered him.Immediately Scarlett let go of Aysel, she quickly stood up, and attempted to run to Anthony to tell him she was pregnant with his baby. However, before she could reach him, an unexpected force struck her, throwing her across the cold marble ground.Tears clouded Aysel's eyes as she held her face, and a single tear rolled down her cheek. She whipped her head and looked up to see who had struck her, her eyes widened in shock as she was lifted by the neck on the wall as if she were a mere garbage bag. "Wow, my boss is really furious now," thought Jack, the bodyguard, feeling his heart racing with concern for Aysel. Why did she have to be so stubborn? She should have left a long time ago and avoided all this violence.Jack found it increasingly difficult to watch the situation unfold. He wished he could silently slip
As she approached the gate, she pulled out her phone and dialed a number. After a few rings, the call connected."Hello, Mrs. Brown, how are you doing?" the person on the other end asked."I'm doing well," she lied."Is there anything I can help you with?" the person asked."Mr. Fred, are you available? Can you come pick me up from the same estate where you dropped me off this morning? I need to visit the hospital for a check-up" she requested."Certainly, I'm on my way now. I'll be there shortly," Mr. Fred, the taxi driver who had dropped her off at Anthony's residence earlier that morning, immediately agreed to come pick her up. Jack, who was walking behind Aysel, was grateful that she had decided to visit the hospital for a check-up after enduring so much violence. It was clear that she needed medical attention.After opening the gate for her, he locked it and returned to his duty post. The other five bodyguards were curious about what the commotion they had heard was all about.
"I missed you too, sweetheart. I've prepared some healthy food for you, and I hope it suits your taste. I don't want anyone running to the bathroom to throw up after I've spent my time cooking such a delicious meal,” Camellia indirectly said to Aysel, bringing up the memory of Aysel throwing up after tasting the rice pudding she made. Although Camellia knew that Aysel threw up because she was pregnant and felt irritated about her food, it didn't change the fact that Camellia felt hurt because her daughter rejected her food.Aysel rolled her eyes at her mother's indirect words,"No way Mom, the food smells so good that my tummy is starting to grumble and my mouth is starting to water. I can't wait to dig in!" Aysel said as she left her mother's embrace and pulled out a chair, ready to start eating. She placed her wavy Brown hair over her shoulders and bowed her head low as she waited for her mom to dish out the food. Camellia did not notice what Aysel did as her focus was on dishing