Chapter 22 Her Worst Nightmare

Upon entering the office, Gavin sat down behind his desk, adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses, and asked, "What's bothering you, Ms. Spence?" "I'm pregnant, can you give me a pregnancy laboratory report?" Marie asked. "Pfft—" Gavin couldn't hold back his mouthful of water and sprayed it out. "How old are you this year?" Gavin asked, admiring Marie's youthful, collagen-filled face. "What's wrong with being 18?" Marie asked. Gavin glanced at Dennis, not daring to ask, and said, "Ms. Spence, please extend your hand, and I'll perform the pulse diagnosis." To Marie's surprise, Gavin, despite his young age, was knowledgeable in traditional medicine. She extended her hand, and Gavin gently placed his fingers on her wrist. After a while, Gavin withdrew his hand and said, "Ms. Spence, you're not pregnant." "I know," Marie said. "So, what brings you here?" Gavin asked. "