Chapter 270: Chapter 270

Thinking of this, Jude Sinclair’s little face blushed, and he mumbled to Seraphina Sinclair’s belly: "You better be a sister. Although I like brothers too, sisters are still the best."

After all, he’s bought many little skirts in advance, just waiting for his sister to be born.

After Camille White went out, she came to see Seraphina Sinclair the next day, looking very serious.

Seraphina Sinclair dismissed everyone else with an expression that looked very composed: "Has there been any result?"

"We’ve found out." Camille White handed the basic information file to Seraphina, whispering, "This Yuna Tate is not a local from our island. She recently came from Bayside City."

"Why did she come to the island? Have you found out?" Seraphina flipped through the information.

Speaking of the reason, Camille furrowed her brow: "Perhaps, it has something to do with cousin Nina Kerr."

Seraphina looked unsurprised: "Just as I expected. Although there’s no clear evidence proving her connection with Nina Kerr, it’s almost certain she’s Nina’s person."

The corners of her mouth curled slightly without a trace of emotion, and her eyes carried a sense of danger: "Camille, if your cousin Nina Kerr is determined to go against me, whose side are you on?"

This question indeed put Camille in a bind.

As for Nina Kerr, he couldn’t say he liked her a lot, but Nina had indeed been good to him.

From a young age, this cousin really took care of their three brothers. Before Seraphina came to Diamond Island, she was definitely considered a good sister.

At least, that’s how he saw it.

Later, after Seraphina arrived on Diamond Island, for some reason, Nina’s personality clearly changed. Perhaps those unfamiliar wouldn’t notice, but Camille could feel that she and Seraphina were constantly at odds.

Thinking about this, Camille felt a headache coming on.

Seraphina noticed his difficulty but didn’t pressure him: "I know Nina has been good to your brothers. I’m not expecting you to stand on my side. However, I need to remind you, if you ever come against me for Nina, don’t blame me for disregarding our years of friendship."

"Don’t worry, godmother. I won’t take sides. I won’t interfere in your matters either." Camille knew he couldn’t get involved in this. Both hands were flesh, and watching them fight overtly and covertly made him uncomfortable.

But he also knew clearly that this wasn’t Seraphina’s fault.

She was kind-hearted, never offending unless provoked, unless someone really wanted trouble. This wasn’t her fault.

"As long as you understand." Seraphina didn’t say much to Camille, taking the information upstairs.

She didn’t tell Camille what Nina Kerr had done to her. This content belongs to noveⅼfire.net

The sudden appearance of Yuna Tate that day made her constantly wonder about Yuna’s intentions. It was only these past two days that it dawned on her that while Yuna seemed to have done nothing, she actually had.

Yuna’s appearance was no coincidence, and she carried a strong musk scent on her. But at the time, the hot pot restaurant had a dense hot pot aroma, causing her not to notice the obvious musk. Over the past two days, reflecting back, she realized she indeed smelled a strange scent but hadn’t considered it might be musk.

Until these past few days, Aunt Winters was busy in the kitchen when she went to help find bay leaves and cinnamon, discovering a packet of musk. Aunt Winters quickly stopped her, saying pregnant women shouldn’t smell it.

The scent was identical to Yuna’s, causing discomfort in her lower abdomen. She felt slightly better only after Aunt Winters took it away.

Aunt Winters had said that pregnant women should be okay with a slight musk scent, but prolonged or significant inhalation would lead to uterine contractions and possibly miscarriage.

Yuna Tate lingered at their table for at least ten minutes, with a considerable musk dose, causing her to soon experience unbearable abdominal pain, nearly resulting in a miscarriage.

Seraphina coldly laughed repeatedly.

Knowing musk could cause miscarriage, Seraphina immediately had Jude hack the hospital’s surveillance where she checked up, and sure enough, Nina Kerr was seen.

On the day she came out of the hospital’s obstetrics and gynecology department, Nina was also there, and upon seeing her, went straight to the nurse’s station to check her medical records.

Medical records are something the hospital doesn’t casually expose to outsiders, but with Nina’s influence, getting her record wasn’t difficult.

With these pieces coming together, Seraphina’s expression grew darker.

She had never intended to compete with Nina for anything, yet Nina seemed like a mad dog not letting go.

If that’s the case, don’t blame her for being ruthless.

While thinking about how to deal with Nina, her phone rang. Seeing an unfamiliar number, she impatiently answered: "Who is this? What do you want?"

"It’s me." Desmond Fairchild’s distant voice came from the other end.

"Who are you?" Seraphina pretended not to recognize Desmond’s voice and asked impatiently.

Desmond was about to speak when he heard Seraphina’s agitated voice: "Crazy, right? Not talking? I’m hanging up!"

Right after was the busy tone.

Desmond speechlessly stared at the phone, his face black as coal.

Quentin Jennings beside him almost laughed his abdominal muscles out: "Hahaha, sister-in-law is really fierce, simply a warrior."

He had learned the trick of hanging up. Next time he encounters unwanted calls, he knows what to do!

"If you want to die, I can oblige. No need to be so ambiguous," Desmond coldly glanced at Quentin and pressed the redial button, only to realize Seraphina had already blocked him.

Quentin restrained his urge to laugh, holding back a smirk and calmly said: "Don’t worry, I’ll find you dozens more numbers, surely one would reach sister-in-law."

In fact, that’s exactly what Desmond ended up doing. But after calling less than ten times, Seraphina’s phone was already showing that it had been turned off.

Desmond’s face turned black, while Quentin’s face swelled from holding back laughter.

He never thought the mighty President Fairchild would one day be toyed by a woman.

But Quentin didn’t dare show it too obviously. After all, if Desmond was in a bad mood, innocents might suffer, and he didn’t want to start business in Africa just yet.

"Master Fairchild, why don’t we do this. Now that all eyes are closely watching, our every move is under observation. If you want to contact sister-in-law, perhaps hiring a hacker to communicate is the only way, otherwise, with her temperament, you’ll never get through to her by phone." Quentin suggested constructively.

Desmond didn’t speak, only gave him a look.

Quentin instantly understood: "Got it, boss, I’ll take care of it!"

On the other end, after hanging up several calls, Seraphina impatiently turned off her phone, muttering to herself: "Is he mad? Is it ever going to end? You’re the one who cheated, the one who found a new lover, now you hear I’m pregnant and think it’s time to call? Pfft!"

It must be said, Seraphina standing with her hands on her hips, cursing like that, really did resemble a shrew. You could tell she wasn’t one to mess with.