After marrying my boss (Anna)

Chapter 531

“Why are you here?” interrogated Janette. I could tell that she was extremely unwilling to see me here.

“I was just shopping here. When I saw you vomiting beside the road, I was a bit worried about you, so I came over to check on you. How are you feeling? Do you feel uncomfortable?”

I did not want to be too petty with her. Although her attitude was horrible, I still asked about how she was doing out of worry.

“I don't need your fake concern! I'm fine!” She glanced at me coldly before turning around to leave.

Seeing how my good intentions were reciprocated by her cold and snappy comments, I felt annoyed and was about to leave. However, moments after I walked away, Janette started vomiting again.

Looking at her, I remembered something.

Her vomiting continuously reminded me of when I was pregnant.

When that thought surfaced in my mind, I immediately became worried. The tragic incident that had befallen Janette was over a month ago. Back when she went to the hospital for a check-up, it was only for injuries. From what I remembered, the doctor did not prescribe any contraceptive pills for her.

Upon that thought, I quickly chased after her.

“Wait, Janette! I have something to ask you.” I ran to her and blocked her path, looking serious.

“I have nothing to say to you. So go away and stop blocking my path!” stated Janette icily as she shot

me an impatient stare.

I was a person who cared about pride too. As such, the rude behavior that Janette kept showing me was making me furious. Regardless, I tried my best to tamp my anger down, for the most important thing to do then was to confirm if my suspicions were true.

“I just need to ask you one question. I'll let you leave immediately after you answer me.” I stared at Janette seriously as an assertive tone crept into my voice.

“What is it? Just spit it out! I don't want to see you,” snapped Janette hostilely with an impatient frown after she heard what I said.

“When was the last time you got your period?” I asked directly, ignoring how she felt toward me.

Perhaps because she did not expect my question, a look of surprise flashed across Janette's face. After returning to her senses, she glared at me furiously.

“Why are you here?” interrogated Janette. I could tell that she was extremely unwilling to see me here. “Why ara you hara?” intarrogatad Janatta. I could tall that sha was axtramaly unwilling to saa ma hara.

“I was just shopping hara. Whan I saw you vomiting basida tha road, I was a bit worriad about you, so I cama ovar to chack on you. How ara you faaling? Do you faal uncomfortabla?”

I did not want to ba too patty with har. Although har attituda was horribla, I still askad about how sha was doing out of worry.

“I don't naad your faka concarn! I'm fina!” Sha glancad at ma coldly bafora turning around to laava.

Saaing how my good intantions wara raciprocatad by har cold and snappy commants, I falt annoyad and was about to laava. Howavar, momants aftar I walkad away, Janatta startad vomiting again.

Looking at har, I ramambarad somathing.

Har vomiting continuously ramindad ma of whan I was pragnant.

Whan that thought surfacad in my mind, I immadiataly bacama worriad. Tha tragic incidant that had bafallan Janatta was ovar a month ago. Back whan sha want to tha hospital for a chack-up, it was only for injurias. From what I ramambarad, tha doctor did not prascriba any contracaptiva pills for har.

Upon that thought, I quickly chasad aftar har.

“Wait, Janatta! I hava somathing to ask you.” I ran to har and blockad har path, looking sarious.

“I hava nothing to say to you. So go away and stop blocking my path!” statad Janatta icily as sha shot ma an impatiant stara.

I was a parson who carad about prida too. As such, tha ruda bahavior that Janatta kapt showing ma was making ma furious. Ragardlass, I triad my bast to tamp my angar down, for tha most important thing to do than was to confirm if my suspicions wara trua.

“I just naad to ask you ona quastion. I'll lat you laava immadiataly aftar you answar ma.” I starad at Janatta sariously as an assartiva tona crapt into my voica.

“What is it? Just spit it out! I don't want to saa you,” snappad Janatta hostilaly with an impatiant frown

aftar sha haard what I said.

“Whan was tha last tima you got your pariod?” I askad diractly, ignoring how sha falt toward ma.

Parhaps bacausa sha did not axpact my quastion, a look of surprisa flashad across Janatta's faca. Aftar raturning to har sansas, sha glarad at ma furiously.

“Are you crazy? You're seriously asking me when did I last get my period? It's none of your business!” retorted Janette sharply as she stared at me, anger burning in her eyes.

“A month has already passed since that incident. Have you gotten your period?”

To Janette, that incident was an agonizing experience that she could never erase. Even though everyone was evading this topic, I couldn't be bothered to be tactful about it and directly brought it up to address my suspicion.

Naturally, she knew what I was talking about. After hearing what I said, her face paled. Her body trembled out of fury.

“What are you trying to say, Anna? Are you deliberately trying to bring up my trauma again? You want everyone to know my past by mentioning this in public, right?”

Janette's eyes reddened as she glared at me resentfully. Her frail body was trembling violently.

I knew that my words had brought up memories of her trauma, so it was understandable for her to feel very upset. However, I had to continue asking her.

“I'm not deliberately trying to mention your trauma. It's just that... when you kept vomiting beside the road earlier, it reminded me... of when I was pregnant.”

When I reached the last sentence, I paused briefly, feeling quite conflicted. Although I was worried that I would provoke her, I wanted her to realize that.

I stared at her nervously. When she heard what I said, she staggered backward uncontrollably, her cheeks turning even paler.

I could clearly see the panic in her eyes. From her expression, I could tell that she had not gotten her period for a long time.

“Impossible! I'm definitely not pregnant! Never!” snapped Janette in a flustered manner, her expression becoming more panicked by the second.

“I'd advise you to visit the hospital for a check-up. After all, this is not a minor matter. If you are indeed pregnant, you need to make plans early.”

As I spoke, my tone became very serious. I was almost absolutely certain that she was pregnant.

My mood became solemn instantly. If she was pregnant, things would be troublesome.

“No way! Never! Don't try to scare me deliberately. I'll never believe you.”

Looking at Janette's reaction, I could tell that a part of her had already believed my words. However, she was still stubbornly denying it and refusing to accept it.

I stared at her with a frown. After all, if she was really pregnant, it would be even harder for her to come to terms with her situation compared to when she got sexually assaulted.

At that moment, I sympathize with her. It had been so hard for her to bounce back from her trauma, but something like this happened. I was worried that she would return to a dark place again.

“Anna, you're definitely lying to me. You're trying to provoke me on purpose, right? Anna, you are the one who made me suffer so much. I'll never spare you!” bellowed Janette before she spun around and ran away.

Staring at her back, I frowned. I knew that she was already starting to doubt it. She just did not dare to believe it nor accept it.

Michael stood behind me silently. After Janette left, he walked to my side.

“Are you sure that Janette's pregnant?” asked Michael calmly. However, it was obvious that he sounded serious.

“I'm ninety percent sure. She was vomiting and dry heaving just like I was when I was pregnant.” I replied worriedly as I watched Janette leave.

“If it's true, I think you must discuss this with your mother. This isn't a small matter. Since Janette's still young, she won't be able to handle this well,” advised Michael as he hugged my shoulders.

“I know.”

Even if Michael did not remind me, I was already planning to do that. As Janette was too young, she

would need someone to help her if she was truly pregnant.

No longer in the mood to shop, we returned home.

Initially, I wanted to call Alicia. However, as this was too important to be discussed clearly over the phone, I decided to pay her a visit.

When I arrived at her house, Janette was not there. This made me heave a sigh of relief. If she was there, I would not know how to bring this matter up.