Chapter 268: Chapter 268

Actually, Seraphina Sinclair understood that Rosalie Quinn was not wrong.

Back then, when Desmond Fairchild reached out to her, it was primarily for Jude Sinclair’s custody. At the time, she could still compromise with him for Jude, but now he was someone else’s boyfriend, and there was no possibility between them anymore.

This child might really be taken back by the Fairchild Family once it’s born.

Thinking about this, Seraphina remained silent for a long time.

Seeing her contemplating, Rosalie quickly added fuel to the fire: "Seraphina, if you go to court under circumstances like yours, you’ll be at a disadvantage. You may have money, but Desmond Fairchild isn’t lacking either. If both parties are about equal, the court tends to hand the child to the man in case of remarriage, assuming a single mother can’t take care of the child properly."

"Really?" Seraphina was skeptical.

"Yes, so I hope you consider this carefully, don’t act impulsively," Rosalie earnestly advised. "I only want what’s best for you."

Seraphina hesitated for a few seconds before speaking, "But Camille White said if I terminate this pregnancy, I might not survive."

"Well, isn’t it just a child? At worst, I could help you raise it. In this situation, I’m sure the court would also be lenient," Rosalie quickly changed her tone upon hearing that Seraphina might die.

Seraphina was speechless as she looked at the screen seeing Rosalie talk endlessly with spit flying: "Can you just stick to your opinion?"

Rosalie shrugged: "If it’s not threatening your life, I think there’s no need for the child. But if your life is in danger, then ignore what I said earlier. Though having the baby would complicate matters, there are solutions."

"She’s been forming in my belly for four months now. I actually thought about terminating her before, but after an incident a few days ago, I’m scared she might be gone," Seraphina said, touching her belly with a smile, a gentle glow in her eyes. "I can’t bear to part with this child."

At this point, even if it might shatter Seraphina’s dream, Rosalie couldn’t help but ask, "As you say, Desmond Fairchild should know this child is his. Have you asked him what he thinks? After all, this is a child for both of you, he should have a say in whether to keep it or not. What if he doesn’t want you to have this baby?"

This was indeed something Seraphina hadn’t considered.

She felt that since the child was growing in her belly, the decision to keep it or leave it should be hers. What did it have to do with Desmond? After all, he didn’t know it was his child.

So when Rosalie asked, she became silent.

Desmond being unaware was one thing, but now he knows, this isn’t just her issue anymore.

Seraphina’s silence made Rosalie understand the direction this was headed. She patted her forehead, looking quite frustrated: "You’re making a mess of things, I’d advise you to contact him to discuss how to handle this. Otherwise, dealing with constant lawsuits later on will be a hassle."

"I don’t want to see him." Seraphina thought about what he’d done, her face instantly darkened.

"It’s not a matter of whether you want to see him, it’s something that needs to be discussed," Rosalie said, pulling out her phone from the table and finding Desmond Fairchild’s number to show her, "If you don’t want to ask, I’ll help you with it."

"You’re so annoying!" Seraphina’s eyes widened, finally conceding under Rosalie’s pressure, "Fine, I get it, I’ll ask, okay?"

Rosalie gave her a satisfied look: "Go on, I’ll wait for your results. No matter what, I’m on your side, if he dare doesn’t agree with what you want, I’ll rush over to deal with him for you."

"Stop joking!" Seraphina chuckled and then hung up the phone.

She stared blankly at the phone, her delicate face expressionless.

Do I really have to contact Desmond Fairchild?

This is clearly her child; why should Desmond decide whether it stays or goes? Does a heartless man like him qualify?

Thinking about this suddenly, Seraphina’s face changed, turning as dark as the bottom of a pot.

What does it matter to him whether she gives birth or not, truly annoying.

In the end, Seraphina still didn’t contact Desmond Fairchild, thinking there really wasn’t a need.

Desmond’s opinion meant no more to her than hot air. If he agreed, then so be it; but if he didn’t want her to have the child, she wouldn’t listen.

Could he possibly force her to abort?

Thinking this, Seraphina felt more at ease.

Perhaps because the pregnancy months had moved along, Seraphina’s appetite had gradually increased.

Not long after dinner, her stomach started growling again.

She slipped on her slippers and went downstairs, where Aunt Winters was sitting on the sofa watching a variety show.

When she heard footsteps, she turned and saw Seraphina coming down in a camisole, quickly getting up to fuss over her: "Oh my little ancestor, your body is precious now, why come down dressed so lightly."

Grumbling, she hastily grabbed a small blanket and draped it over Seraphina’s shoulders: "You mustn’t catch a chill during pregnancy. The previous childbirth didn’t go smoothly, so you must take good care this time, can’t afford any mistakes."

Seraphina squinted happily, hugging Aunt Winters’ arm, like a little girl, and said coquettishly, "Aunt Winters, I’m hungry."

"Hungry?" Aunt Winters chuckled, tapping her nose with her rough fingers, looking at her affectionately, "I knew you’d be hungry quickly, so I already started preparing a late-night snack for you, it’s almost ready now. I’ll go serve it up to you."

"Thank you, Aunt Winters." Seraphina nuzzled her arm before letting go.

Aunt Winters truly doted on Seraphina, taking care of her even more diligently than her own daughter.

Soon, she returned from the kitchen with a large bowl of chicken soup, showing Seraphina a loving smile, "Eat up, my little dear."

"This big bowl?" Seraphina was stunned when she saw the large bowl that couldn’t really be called a bowl, "I can’t finish this."

"You’ll know when you try," Aunt Winters couldn’t help but laugh.

Seraphina was really hungry and didn’t think much about it. The aroma of the chicken soup tempted her appetite, and she quickly drank two mouthfuls, showing a blissful expression: "Indeed, Aunt Winters’ chicken soup is delicious. If restaurants outside had half her skill, their business would overflow."

"It’s not that exaggerated." Aunt Winters was all smiles from the compliment.

"I’m telling the truth," Seraphina stated earnestly.

"Alright, alright, eat quickly, otherwise it’ll get cold," Aunt Winters said as she tore the chicken pieces and placed them in the dish beside Seraphina, making it convenient for her to eat.

Unexpectedly, half a chicken and a bowl of soup ended up in Seraphina’s stomach.

Realizing this, she looked at the empty bowl, her eyes wide: "I finished it all?" Thᴇ link to the origɪn of this information rᴇsts ɪn novel[f]ire.net

Oh my! What is her appetite now, that she can eat half a chicken and a bowl of soup in one go?