Maeve wanted to stop him, but she gave up her intention as she was worried that doing so would make Byron suspicious. However, if she did nothing, Harold mighte and the truth would be exposed. Maeve was caught in a dilemma, Cold sweat seeped out of his forehead.


    For a moment, she even wanted to let him know. At most, they would get a divorce and the child would belong to her. But in the end, she held back that thought.


    At that moment, Maeve saw something in the kitchen. A white light suddenly shed across her sight. Byron returned after the call. When he saw that Maeve was still busy in the kitchen, he slowly frowned.


    "If you''re not feeling well, go outside and wait. Someone will bring food overter," he offered.


    "Did you call Dr. Foster?" Maeve asked.


    "Yeah," Byron replied.


    Maeve forced a smile. Tm much better now. It''s not good to trouble Doctor Chen to make a trip sote at night," she uttered.


    Byron looked a little pale, "If you had taken healthy diets on time every day, you wouldn''t have to go through this trouble" Maeve choked on his words. She did not say anything else and walked towards the living room. Half an hourter, Harold arrived with his medical kit. "Mr. Mcdaniel. There was a traffic jam on the way. I am sorry for beingte," Harold uttered.


    Byron nodded slightly. "Please, take a look at her. Her stomach disease might have worsened, he asked.


    "Alright, Harold replied as he walked forward and started examining Maeve. "Ms. Reese, please extend your hand," he said.


    Hearing that, Maeve''s heart skipped a beat. She secretly clenched her sleeves.


    She looked at Byron, who was standing beside her, and hesitantly ced her hand on Harold''s small pillow. Harold examined her pulse for a moment, and a trace of surprise shed across his eyes.


    Harold retracted his hand and took her pulse again. Then, he started again. Byron frowned even more and asked in a low voice, "How is it?"


    Harold kept his silence. It took a long time before he finally replied, "Ms. Reese''s pulse is a littleplicated. I can''t find any problems at the moment."


    Maeve quietly heaved a sigh of relief. Her fingers were gripping her sleeves so tightly till they had turned white.


    She looked at Harold and noticed his suspicious expression. "Is it because I just vomited and my pulse weak? Your medical skills are brilliant. How can you not find anything?" She deliberately said. Harold immediately went down the stairs. "That might be the reason. I can only trouble Ms. Reese to describe her curre physical condition," he exined.


    Maeve''s eyes flickered. She could not eat those medicinal cuisines again, let alone take medicine casually.


    After thinking about it, Maeve hid part of his illness and told Harold that she was very sensitive to the smell of medicinal herbs. Every time she ate medicinal cuisine, her nausea would increase. Hearing that, Byron nced at her. "Isn''t it because I''m angry?" He asked.


    Maeve smiled awkwardly and said, "That''s also the reason, but is is the main reason."


    "Your condition is rtively rare," Harold said. "If the medicinal cuisine will have the opposite effect on your condition, then I suggest that you prioritize food supplements. Although the effect will be slow, it''s more ideal for your recovery," he continued. "Thank you, Dr. Foster." Marve thanked him softly.


    At that moment, the huge rock that was pounding on her heart waspletely relieved. Harold gave ten prescriptions for her supplements and left. When he reached the apartment door, Byron called out to him from behind.


    "Mr. Mcdaniel, is there anything else?" Harold asked.


    Byron thought for a moment and asked in a low voice, "Is Maeve pregnant?"


    Harold thought of Maeve''s pulse and said honestly, "Ms. Reese''s pulse is very weak. It''s mainly because of her stomach disease. I don''t think it has anything to do with pregnancy


    It was rare for a weak pulse to disappear. However, Maeve seemed to be fine, which was even more puzzling. Therefore, Harold would not say it out loud if he was not confident.


    The doubts in Byron''s eyes slowly dissipated. "Yes, it''s been hard on you," he tried to understand.


    Maeve, who heard their conversation at the entrance, turned pale. Byron was indeed suspicious of her. Otherwise, he would not have gone to Harold alone to confirm her pregnancy. Fortunately, Byron had probably dispelled his doubts by now.


    Maeve pursed his lips and turned to enter the washroom, locking the door behind him. Then, she took out a small applè that she had been holding under her arm. Maeve used to work part-time in the Chinese Medical Hall. asionally, she would hear the old doctor talk to someone about how she could hide her pulse by tucking the ball under her arm.Copyright by N?v/elDrama.Org.


    Maeve had used that method to sessfully deceive Harold. However, although that method was good, it still had a huge drawback. After more than five minutes, the arm tissue would necrotize.


    Fortunately, Maeve immediately rxed after taking her pulse, so other than a slight soreness in her arm, there was nothing serious. Maeve looked down at her t abdomen and pursed his lips.


    "So what if I could hide it from Byron just for a while? Could I still hide it when the month was older? At that time, what should I do?'' Maeve could not hope that Byron would change his mind. She could not sacrifice her own child to maintain her marriage with him. But she totally had no idea find a bnce between the two.


    The next day, on the 21st floor of Eternal Hope. Maeve wanted to apologize to Alex, but he did note to thepany today.


    "I don''t know where he is, but he took a sick leave as he called in sick at home," Leah said as she handed a document to Maeve. "You don''t have anything to do this morning, so help me do the chore. Take this information to his house," she prompted. Maeve was stunned. "I''ll go? Is that good?" she said.