Chapter 1571 - 1572: Pregnancy

"Then I’m afraid you’ll be disappointed, but maybe next time you’ll hear from Camden that I’ve sent her away from the Manor Estate."

"Lydia, what do you think?" Jorge Saxton asked with a smile, turning his gaze to Lydia Brooke.

Lydia Brooke, who had been silent with her head down, heard her name mentioned, raised her eyes and smiled lightly, her voice calm, "Is this the first time Young Master Floyd has brought a woman to the Manor Estate? No, it’s the first time a woman has managed to get close to Young Master Floyd, right? It shows he’s different with her—this is the beginning. As for the end..." Lydia smiled softly, "I’m afraid Young Master Floyd won’t foresee the outcome; she might be your nemesis, someone you can’t let go of your whole life."

"You’re overthinking it."

Rarely speaking to Lydia Brooke, Jose Floyd replied with four words, then put down his bowl and chopsticks and went upstairs.

Jorge Saxton and Lydia Brooke watched his indifferent figure ascend the stairs and smiled lightly.

"This is the legendary avoidance! Not wanting to answer, so he avoids," Jorge Saxton chuckled.

After the meal, Lydia Brooke cleaned up the dishes and went upstairs to find Jorge Saxton.

Seeing the figure standing at the floor-to-ceiling window, desolate and sorrowful, Lydia Brooke softly approached and embraced Jorge Saxton, offering him comfort.

"Jorge, I know you want revenge, but you must be thoroughly prepared. Jorge, don’t be impulsive. It’s been so many years; there’s no rush for a moment."

Jorge Saxton sighed deeply, turned around, and took Lydia Brooke into his arms, his voice somewhat heavy: "Yes, I can’t be impulsive. I must avenge my sister and mother; I want them to payback every last bit! I want to ensure the Morris Family never recovers! I want to take back the Morris Clan!"

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Ever since Jose Floyd brought news of the Morris Family, over the years, Jorge Saxton has meticulously arranged everything at Summit, plotting a revenge scheme to make the Morris Family pay in blood!

In these years, Jorge Saxton hardly ever smiled; Lydia Brooke saw it and felt pain in her heart.

Recently, Lydia Brooke also felt something unusual with her body; she missed her period and often felt nauseated.

Lydia Brooke went to the hospital alone for an examination.

"Congratulations Miss Brooke, you are more than two months pregnant."

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Returning home, Lydia Brooke was full of joy, unable to hide the happiness in her eyes and smile.

She was pregnant, carrying Jorge’s child—

That night, an elated Lydia Brooke prepared a whole table of dishes. While cooking fish, she squatted by the trash can, feeling nauseated from the fishy smell.

Yet Lydia Brooke endured the nausea, thinking of sharing this news with Jorge when he returned; he would certainly be very happy too.

At this moment, Lydia Brooke was excited and happy, enduring nausea to prepare a table of Jorge Saxton’s favorite dishes, waiting for him to return.

Lydia Brooke sat alone at the table waiting, warming the dishes several times, but Jorge Saxton never returned to the apartment.

The disappointment in Lydia Brooke’s eyes was apparent, already spread across her face...

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The night was cool and dark; Lydia Brooke looked at the cold dishes on the table and forced them into her mouth with chopsticks.

With one bite, discomfort churned in her stomach, causing Lydia Brooke to run to the bathroom and retch for a while. When she emerged, she felt utterly exhausted.

Enduring the discomfort, Lydia Brooke cleaned up all the dishes on the table, discarding some and storing others in the fridge.

After Lydia Brooke finished everything, she turned off the lights and went upstairs.

Unable to sleep, Lydia Brooke tossed and turned in bed, unable to fall asleep. After more than an hour of this, she heard the sound of a car downstairs.

Instinctively, Lydia Brooke lifted the covers and left the room.

There was the sound of a door opening in the living room; it was very dark, and the person who entered didn’t turn on the lights, walking towards the sofa in the light of the moon shining in, lying down, exhaustion permeating the living room.

This Jorge was not happy—

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