Chapter 260

　　Tabitha's POV 　　I didn't take the retching thing to heart until the following days when I couldn't help but feel nauseous every time I saw the oil on the dishes. 　　And I wasn't just retching anymore. I started to puke. 　　I could no longer remain calm. Werewolves had more acute senses than human beings, and such an abnormal physical reaction greatly attracted my attention. 　　Since I came back from the island, I hadn't taken any meds, and it had been quite a while since my wound hurt. 　　At first, I thought it was just my old problem acting up, but these past few days, my vomiting had become more and more intense, which was kind of like when I was in the early stages of my pregnancy. 　　Realizing that, I felt a chill run through my entire body. 　　After I had a severe hemorrhage and gave birth to that stillborn child, the doctor told me that my body had been severely damaged, and it'd be very difficult for me to get pregnant again. 　　I hadn't really taken care of my body in the past two years. 　　That day, Derek had sex with me when he was sick and in a daze. 　　I thought that since we were no longer mates, the chances of us having a baby would be close to zero, so I didn't take it to heart. 　　Being pregnant from one-time sex? That couldn't be, could it? 　　Although I didn't think it was possible, realizing that I was two weeks late for my period, I panicked even more. 　　I stroked my chest and told myself silently that it was fine. My period was never on time, and who knew? Perhaps I'd be on my period tomorrow. I shouldn't worry too much. 　　"Tabitha?" Dad's voice rang out from behind, startling me. 　　He came over in a wheelchair, looking concerned. "You've barely eaten these days. Seems you've got no appetite. What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?" 　　"Dad, I'm fine," I said, quickly putting on a smile and trying to hide my uneasiness. "The new orchids have been delivered. Let's go take a look, OK? There are also many other types of flowers that came along this time." 　　I hoped that Dad's attention would be drawn by the new subject. 　　But I noticed a hint of concern in his eyes. 　　Derek was generous indeed. He dug a piece of land in the garden full of roses to plant the flowers that Dad liked. 　　Noticing that Dad was staring at me, I took a shovel and started planting flowers with the Omega. 　　Although I looked busy, my mind was actually blank. I kept thinking about one thing. What if I really was pregnant? 　　I had lost a baby, and I wanted a baby more than anyone in the world. But Derek would be the father. The father of my baby was gonna get married to another woman! 　　I hated Derek to the core. How could I bear his child? 　　All of a sudden, I gasped in pain. I was so lost in thought that I didn't even notice when I was near the rose bush. It was not until my finger was pricked by a flower thorn that I came to my senses. 　　I looked at the beads of blood oozing from the fingertip of my left hand. 　　Someone quickly came over, put my finger into his mouth, and sucked the blood out. 　　Then he blamed me in a soft voice, "Be more careful, OK? You've got an injured hand, remember? You can only recover quicker when you rest well. Leave those heavy tasks to the Omega." 　　I pulled my hand out of his big palm and irritably said, "Don't you have better things to do?" 　　Meanwhile, I noticed that Dad was still looking at me, so I quickly softened my tone and said, "Didn't I tell you? I'm fine, and I'm taking care of Dad at home. Go to work. Everything is fine here." 　　"I don't have much business today. I said I'd cook for you." 　　Derek played along. 　　I couldn't come up with more sweet nothings, so I found an excuse to leave, saying, "Then I'll go wash my hands." 　　I stood up and quickly went to the water room. 　　The Omega quickly turned on the tap and squeezed the hand sanitizer for me. 　　I coldly ordered, "Squeeze more. And rub harder." 　　"Yes." 　　The Omega rubbed my hands so hard that they turned red. Seeing that I had no intention of telling her to stop, she reminded me, "Ms. Hartley, your hands are already red." 　　"Enough." The smell of hand sanitizer filled the air, which made me frown. I ran to the bathroom and started retching again. 　　The Omega followed me in nervously and said, "Ms. Hartley, you look terrible these days, and you keep vomiting. Are you ... pregnant?" 　　I looked at her at once, and she hastily explained, "Well... This is what my mom looked like in the early stages of her second pregnancy. She couldn't eat and puked up when she smelt pretty much anything. It's what's been happening to you, right?" 　　I was stunned, and the fear and uncertainty that kept haunting me became even stronger. 　　I had to find a way to know if it was true. If so, I needed to think about where I went from here.