"Honey, how about we go another day? Let's book a specialist next time!" Eva said.
I wanted to sneer. I said, "Eva, you seem reluctant to go to the hospital. Is there something wrong with the baby?"
"Nonsense!"
My dad frowned and scolded me immediately, "How could my son have anything wrong? He's definitely healthy!"
"There's nothing wrong with your son. But you're cuckolded!"
My heart was full of mockery. I pretended to be apologetic and said, "Sorry, Dad. I was worried because Eva didn't want to go to the hospital."
I used to disdain acting innocent like this. But now it seems like a good strategy.
Fight Eva with an innocent look!
My dad's face darkened a bit when he heard this. He said firmly, "We must go to the hospital today!"
Eva knew she couldn't avoid it. She gave me a fierce glare. She nervously scrolled through her phone.
I went forward and grabbed her phone. I handed it to my dad with a gentle expression.
"Eva, you shouldn't play on your phone so much while pregnant. It's bad for your eyes," I said.
My dad took Eva straight to the hospital.
He registered her, did a blood test, and had an ultrasound.
The series of tests left Eva's face pale. She tried several excuses to leave, but my dad made her stay.
"We'll leave after the results come out!" he said.
Half an hour later, the nurse finally called, "Is Ms. Clark's family here? The test results are out!"
