One Night, The Don's Heir

CARA POV:

"Doctor, what did you just say? Are you sure there hasn't been a mistake?!"

The examination results hit the small consultation room like a bomb. Both Evan and I sat completely frozen, our faces draining of color.

"What mistake?" The doctor, a middle-aged woman with a stern expression, looked at us over the rim of her glasses. "You young people nowadays are so careless. You get pregnant at such a young age because you don't take precautions. You weren't afraid when you were doing it, but now you're terrified?"

"I... my girlfriend and I haven't even gone that far!" Evan's face flushed a deep, angry red as he stammered out his defense, his hands gripping the armrests of his chair.

The doctor pushed her glasses up her nose, her gaze shifting from Evan's outraged face to my pale, stunned expression. She offered a meaningful, almost mocking smile. "Well, then you need to ask your girlfriend what exactly is going on. If you two haven't gone that far, perhaps she went that far with someone else?"

Evan froze.

The doctor's words fell like a heavy hammer, smashing the fragile trust between us.

He turned his head slowly to look at me, his eyes wide with disbelief, betrayal, and a rising disgust. "Cara?"

I shook my head frantically, my lips trembling so hard I could barely form the words. "I... I haven't slept with any man... I swear, Evan!"

It was meant to be a declarative statement, a firm denial. Yet, the uncertainty in my own heart was louder than my voice. If I truly was pregnant, the only logical, terrifying explanation was those nights...

It wasn't a dream!

"Alright, enough," the doctor interrupted impatiently, waving a hand. "You're not the Virgin Mary. A seed doesn't sprout without being planted. Think about it carefully. Haven't you missed your period for a long time? Haven't you been extremely lethargic lately? Haven't you been feeling dizzy and nauseous?"

"..." I was rendered completely speechless by the doctor's rapid-fire questions. Every single symptom she listed matched my condition perfectly.

...

It felt as if I had been struck by lightning.

Walking back from the hospital, both Evan and I were deathly pale. He didn't hold my hand. He walked two paces ahead of me, the silence between us thick and suffocating. When we reached my house, he didn't even say goodbye before turning and walking away, leaving me to face the impending storm alone.

Inside the grand living room of the Wells family home, the atmosphere was as heavy as a courtroom before a death sentence. I knelt on the cold marble floor. My father, Arthur Wells, a man who cared more about his political image than anything else, sat in the main armchair, his face a mask of cold fury.

"Since you claim the child isn't Evan's, then tell me, whose bastard is this?" he demanded harshly, his voice echoing off the high ceilings.

"...I don't know," my voice floated in the air, weak and hollow. I desperately wished someone could give me the answer to that very question.

"You don't know?! You still dare to lie to my face!" Arthur was furious. *Smack!* He slammed his palm against the armrest of his chair, the sound making me flinch. "I will ask you one last time. Whose child is this!"

"Dad, you don't need to ask anymore. No matter how you interrogate me, I really don't know."

"Arthur, I can see it clearly now," my stepmother, Hettie Park, chimed in from the side, fanning the flames of his anger. "This eldest daughter of yours looks so innocent and pure on the outside, but behind our backs, who knows what kind of filthy men she's been messing around with. If we don't discipline her severely, she might end up corrupting our precious Skylar."

"Mom, what are you saying? I would never be like my sister... I mean, I would never mess around with boys, let alone get pregnant. I would never bring such shame to the Wells family," Skylar said, her eyes lowered submissively, her voice soft and gentle. Yet, every word she spoke was like pouring gasoline on a raging fire.

I shot a cold, piercing glare at her. "Skylar, shut your mouth, will you?"

"I... I'm sorry," Skylar immediately teared up, her eyes turning red as she played the victim perfectly. "Dad, I shouldn't have spoken out of turn and made Sister upset."

Arthur's face stiffened with absolute rage. He stood up abruptly, strode over to me, and delivered a vicious slap directly across my face.

Slap!

"You make a disgraceful mistake, and you still dare to treat your sister with such an attitude! Skylar is right. You have completely humiliated the Wells family!"