Chapter 8

Sam was the driver who drove the carriage yesterday. Sam would have known how she got to the carriage yesterday.

“Was it a man in a clown mask?”

Sam scratched his head and answered. “You came up….”

“Up…” Drunk and unable to even greet you and was carried by a man she didn’t know.

“I told him who are you?”

“Is it possible? I didn’t even ask.”

“You didn’t even tell me who it was? That man with a clown mask.”

“He just put the lady in the carriage and just went back.” Ingrid turned around, realising that Sam knew nothing more. ‘I don’t know who you are, but thank you.’

Had it not been for the man in the clown mask, she would have fallen asleep in the drawing room drunk. Then, even later, the people who entered the drawing room would find themselves estranged. Sleeping drunk in someone else’s mansion or at someone else’s ball was something humiliating as that will be remembered forever.

You don’t know how grateful I am for carrying me to the carriage. “The next time I see you, I have to say thank you. Even then, if you come in wearing a clown mask…? The clown mask was only worn at the prom.”

It was a visible mask, but yesterday the mask had some characteristics. Because it was a crying clown. A clown mask with hearts and diamond tears drawn under the eyes, respectively. Looking back at that time, I will surely find out who you are. If fate will let us, we’ll surely meet again.

“You are pregnant.” Who’s the Daddy?

“Yes?” What did I hear now? I couldn’t figure it out. What did you say? Pregnant? “So, I have a child?”

Unbeknownst to her, she was pregnant. Did someone come up with a new word?

“You’re right. You are with a child.”

“Am I?”

“yes. Miss Roxas.”

“So, I am pregnant?”

“That’s right.” I was so shocked that no words came out.

“With whose child?”

“How would I know that?” It was a natural answer. Doctor only diagnoses. It’s just getting off, but I can’t help but not know who the father of the child in the stomach is. If you knew that, you’d be a wizard, not a doctor. ‘Pregnant? I? why?’ He is not the Virgin Mary. Even if an angel gave me a child, wouldn’t I know about it? But how did I get pregnant?

“I’m asking because I don’t know. Is it possible to be pregnant while sleeping?”

“Is it possible?” The doctor smirked and replied.

“But how did I get pregnant?”

“If you ask me that, I can’t answer. Lee will be in trouble.”

“That’s right…. okay.” The doctor will be in trouble.

“Thank you.”

“Take it easy for a while.” The doctor with a  bag for the visit gave that advice. I just did it and went back inside. The doctor was back, but Ying went out for a while but Ingrid’s spirit never returned.

‘Who’s child are you? Who and what did I do it with?” Everything should have a sequence and a process.
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