“I'm... Pregnant?"

Lauren felt as if Lightning had struck her.

The persistent illness she'd experienced recently now made sense.

She'd attributed it to inhaling peculiar odors, but the truth was, she was pregnant.

The child had to be Kyle's, that bastard.

Furthermore, she had administered numerous drugs to feign illness, hoping to dupe Mitchel. Even if she carried the pregnancy to term, the baby would be malformed. She rejected the very notion of giving birth to this baby.

Dropping to her knees, she implored the young man before her, "Please, I need to terminate this pregnancy. I can't bear to give birth to it."

"Well..." The man scoffed dismissively.

"From this moment, you're keeping the child. Be it a beast or a freak, it might just restore your former glory."

Lauren's tears crystallized on her cheeks.

“Is it possible? Can you truly restore my old Life?"

“Yes." With that, he departed, the resounding clang of the iron door sealing his exit.

A flicker of hope ignited within Lauren.

Abandoned by her family, she was her own last resort.

Even if this lifeline was laced with venom, she was desperate to grasp it.

She harbored a fierce desire to confront Raegan, the root of her woes in her eyes.

It was all due to that bitch!

“Damn that bitch to hell," Lauren seethed.

Meanwhile, Raegan made her timely visit to the villa on Tuesday.

With Hector absent and only a maid in attendance, she learned of Bryce's presence upstairs and proceeded to knock on his door.