“Edwin, investigate Brylee's current situation. She hurt Rosalynn on purpose. Make sure the police punish her severely!"

In a secluded private room, Eleanor found herself accompanied by her agent, who had arranged a meeting with influential figures in the entertainment industry.

Despite Valeria's audacious move of snatching an endorsement opportunity away from her, which had stirred numerous discussions among their peers, Eleanor managed to impress several key players by revealing Brian's ambitious plans for her to become a global spokesperson.

Around the table, laughter and Lively conversations filled the air as drinks flowed freely.

A waiter approached, placing a delectable dish of fresh crabs before Eleanor. This particular delicacy had always been a favorite of hers.

However, as she prepared to indulge in the mouthwatering meal, a wave of nausea suddenly swept over her upon catching the scent of the crab.

Setting her fork down, she excused herself from the table and made her way to the bathroom.

Once inside, a wave of sickness washed over her, and she found herself bent over the toilet, retching and vomiting.

The violent heaves persisted until her stomach was completely empty, leaving her feeling drained and weak.

Leaning over the sink, she caught her reflection in the mirror, her expression one of confusion. Rinsing her mouth, her mind raced with thoughts.

Lately, she had been experiencing a constant tightness in her chest and a peculiar aversion to any fishy odor.

Could there be an issue with her stomach?

Deciding that a visit to the doctor was necessary, she resolved to make an appointment as soon as possible.

Eleanor washed her hands, the sound of running water providing a momentary distraction. Suddenly, a thought struck her.

Her period hadn't arrived yet!

The heaviness in her chest and the absence of any fishy scent raised a possibility in her mind. Was something else amiss aside from her stomach troubles?

A knot formed in Eleanor's stomach, twisting her expression as a chilling thought raced through her mind.

Could she be pregnant?

Over a month old, Brian had slept with Rosalynn but thought it was Eleanor.

Actually, it was John who had shared Eleanor's bed.

If her suspicion was true, the child would be John's.

Her face lost all color as Eleanor caught her own gaze in the mirror, her mind a whirlwind of questions and confusion.