No Remarriage for us Stay Away by Livia Storm

Chapter 465 She Was Pregnant

The bride, radiant in her exquisite wedding gown, walked gracefully down the aisle with Angus. After exchanging

rings with the groom, they descended from the stage to offer a heartfelt toast to their parents and in-laws.

Madison sat across from them, her view partially blocked by a beautifully arranged flower basket on the stage.

The only thing she could hear were their voices.

After the toast, the newlyweds joined the four elders on stage for a group photograph, capturing the moment of

celebration.

Madison blinked. Why does Mr. Fuller's mom bear such a striking resemblance to our landlady?

Arnold, too, recognized it and whispered to Madison, "Madison, do you think that person looks like our landlady?"

"Yeah, she does."

As the wedding ceremony cto a close, the newlyweds made their exit, and the servers began serving the

meal. Since the bride was expecting, she was excused from the traditional toasting, leaving the groom to step

up. He shared a few drinks with the elders of the Schmidt family.

After proposing a toast at one table, Stanley placed his wine glass back on the tray. Guided by the elders, he

turned and headed toward the next table.

Suddenly catching sight of a familiar figure at the table, he paused in his steps. Narrowing his eyes, he glanced

at Madison, then at Arnold. In an instant, he found out who she was.

Previously, he had heard the nMadison mentioned by relatives of the Schmidt family, but he hadn't

associated it with Madison Schmidt.

To his surprise, Madison was Mindy's cousin.

Madison happened to look up. As their gazes locked, she flashed a smile at him and filled her glass to the brim.

Upon seeing him approach, everyone at the table put their cutleries down.

The elders gave a brief introduction.

Stanley took a glass of wine from the server's tray and addressed the guests with a warm smile. "Thank you all

for joining us on this special day as Mindy and | celebrate our union. Mindy isn't feeling her best, so on behalf of

both of us, | raise this glass in gratitude to each of you."

Madison, along with everyone else at the table, raised their glasses and took a sip.

After exchanging a few more pleasantries, Stanley moved on to the next table.

The wedding banquet was drawing to a close. Guests bid their farewells to the host and left one after another.

Zachary noticed Lenora growing restless and spoke softly. "You should go ahead. Once I've seen off the guest, I'll

leave with Uncle Nathan."

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"I'll be going first then."

"Okay."

Lenora bid farewell to Allison and Mallory before leaving first.

Tamara cast a glance at her retreating figure, a dark, malicious glint flashing in her eyes. She subtly signaled a

nearby server to do something.

Lenora left the wedding banquet hall, weaving through the sparse crowd, and headed toward the elevator.

Suddenly, a server carrying a stack of empty plates darted out from the side, colliding with Lenora.

Crash!

The plates were shattered into pieces, shards scattered all over the floor.

Lenora lost her balance, staggering and collapsing onto the ground.

Flustered, the server quickly rushed over to help Lenora up. "Miss, are you all right?"

Lenora winced in pain. Although the fall wasn't severe, the ground was strewn with shards of broken plates.

Wearing a skirt left her arms and calves exposed, resulting in several shallow cuts.

"Did you even watch where you're going?" Lenora leaned against the wall, her voice icy.

The server bowed in apology. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. Do you need to go to the hospital? | can cover your medical

expenses!"

"Be more careful next time!" Lenora did not give the server a hard time. After a brief reprimand, she left.

"Absolutely! I'm truly sorry. You're so kind, pretty lady!" The server apologized profusely and flattered Lenora.

His eyes followed Lenora as she walked away, a subtle flicker of emotion passing through them. As he crouched

to clean up the shards, no one noticed the few blood-stained fragments quietly slipping into his pocket,

disappearing without a trace. Upon receiving the message, Tamara rose from her seat, placing her handbag at

the edge of the table. "Keep an eye on my bag for me. | need to use the restroom."

She appeared to address everyone at the table, yet her words seemed directed solely at Zachary.

Tamara left the wedding banquet hall, subtly scanning her surroundings, before quietly making her way to the

nearby emergency exit.

The server was waiting there. As she approached, he handed her a sealed glass vial containing a few drops of

blood.

"Are you sure it's her blood?" she asked.

"It's hers. If you don't believe me, feel free to check the surveillance," the server said.

Tamara smiled without uttering another word. She produced a card from her pocket and handed it to the waiter.

"No password needed."

With that, she tucked the glass vial into her pocket and turned to leave.

"We're leaving first." After getting into the car, Lenora said to the driver, "Check if there are any clinics nearby."

The driver acknowledged her request and started the car.

It was a busy day, with an exceptional number of weddings taking place. The area around the hotel buzzed with

private cars, causing heavy traffic congestion. What would typically be a short drive along the street ended up

taking a full ten minutes to navigate.

Lenora carefully examined her

injuries-four in total, with the gash

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on her calf being the most serious. Her brows knitted in concern as a sudden, sharp twinge radiated from her

lower abdomen. Though not excruciating, the pain was unsettling, enough to draw cold

sweat to her brow.

"Wait. Let's go to the hospital instead," she said, leaning weakly against the seat.

It's best to do a proper checkup.

Hence, the driver detoured to the hospital.

Lenora described her symptoms to the patient navigator, who listened attentively before asking, "When was

your last menstrual cycle?"

Lenora paused, thinking carefully before responding. "About twenty days ago? But the flow was unusually light-it

stopped entirely by the next day."

"Could it be that it wasn't menstruation but bleeding instead?" the navigator inquired gently.

Lenora hesitated for a moment before nodding. "That's... possible," she admitted.

The thought triggered a memory-she recalled that the bleeding had occurred after an especially long and

passionate night with Zachary. Could it have been a sign of a gynecological issue? "Go get checked out at the

obstetrics and gynecology department," said the navigator.

"All right." Lenora nodded.

After ending the call, she made her way to the obstetrics and gynecology department, waiting in front of the

consultation room.

About ten minutes later, her number was called over the electronic speaker.

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She pushed the door open, taking a seat by the desk. "Hello, Doctor."

"Hello. Lenora, right? Tellabout your condition."

Lenora described her symptoms honestly, answering each of the doctor's questions with precision.

The doctor listened attentively, nodding occasionally as she typed notes into the computer. Finally, the doctor

looked up and said, "Based on what you've shared, there's a possibility that you might be pregnant. I'll provide

you witha test strip. Please use it in the restroom, and once we have the results, we can discuss the next steps."

Lenora was taken aback. "How is that possible?"

"How is that not possible?" The doctor looked at her curiously.

"Take a look at my medical records; you'll understand," Lenora said.

When Lenora lost her child, the surgery was performed at this very hospital. Her surgical records and medical

history had been uploaded into a personal system, accessible to all doctors involved in her care.

The doctor reviewed her past medical records, then looked back at Lenora with a thoughtful expression. "A thin

endometrium can impact fertility, but it doesn't necessarily mean you're completely unable to conceive. I still

recommend taking a pregnancy test to be certain." "Oh... Okay..."

Lenora, holding her health insurance card, exited the consultation room. After paying, she went to the pharmacy

to pick up the test strip. Gently cradling her lower abdomen with her left hand, she slowly made her way to the

restroom.

As she waited for the results of the test strip, she pursed her lips into a tight line. She was restless, pacing back

and forth. Unconsciously, her fists clenched, her heart filled with anxiety.

Every now and then, she would glance at the test strip, her gaze revealing the hope she had suppressed due to

her fear of disappointment.

The moment she saw the two lines appear on the test strip, she held her breath, her mind going completely

blank.

I'm really pregnant!

At that moment, a whirlwind of emotions swept over her.

She vividly recalled the despair that

had consumed her when she lost her child. At that moment, she had believed that motherhood would forever

remain out of her reach. Yet, to her surprise, fate had granted her another chance. But she hadn't anticipated

becoming pregnant again, and in her future plans, there had been no room for this child.

Despite the complexities, a wave of joy surged within her, filling her heart completely. No matter the

circumstances, she realized she still wanted this child.