Chapter 325

Ethan Blackwood’s eyes stayed locked on Clara Walton, unblinking, like he was trying to size her up. “As long as you’re not pregnant, I’ll let you go,” he said, calm as ever. Clara took a deep breath. She really didn’t want to argue anymore. “Fine. Let’s go to the hospital.” “It’s too early. A hospital scan won’t show anything yet,” he replied, still acting so damn composed. Clara: “…” What the hell. If she had something in her hand, she’d probably hurl it at his head. Did he really think modern medicine was that useless just because it’s early? “Ethan, are you messing with me on purpose?” She wasn’t dumb—now she saw exactly what game he was playing. Ethan stood there like a statue, not denying a thing. “I just want to be sure if you’re pregnant or not. That’s it.” Clara inhaled slowly. If she didn’t have such a good temper, she might’ve snapped right then. If this wasn’t deliberate, she’d chew off her own arm. “Alright then. How do you plan on confirming it?” she asked straight-up. “S