Dear Ex-wife, Marry Me novel Chapter 912

Unbelievable and didn’t dare to think about it.

Two days later, Ian finally woke up. What he saw was a white ceiling and the sound of a woman crying. He furrowed his brows and tried to touch his head, but heard Holden's voice. "Ian, did you really knock that woman up? When did that happen? You're such a loose cannon, stirring up trouble everywhere. Wait till you're up, I'll give you a piece of my mind!"

Upon hearing this, Ian's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he felt a splitting headache. He didn't move, wisely choosing to continue sleeping.

Holden sat in front of the hospital bed, leaning on his cane, his face expressionless. In front of Holden, Darlene stopped crying, sitting there stiff as a board.

Holden's gaze roved over her, then he asked, "When did this happen? How did you meet him?"

Darlene knew this was Holden, a man she couldn't afford to offend, a man she dared not even think about. But this was her one and only chance in life. If she seized it, she could live a good life!

She recounted the reason she met with Ian at Greenfield Gardens, but Holden, being a stickler, wanted to get to the bottom of it. So he called Jeff to check the surveillance records at Greenfield Gardens. Meanwhile, he asked the doctor next to him, "Can we do a paternity test for the child in her belly?"

The doctor nodded.

Holden gripped his cane tightly, his tone indifferent. "Let's do one then. If the child is indeed a descendant of the Raymonds, a portion of the estate should be left to him. But if not."

He didn't finish his sentence, but everyone understood. If not, it meant that Darlene had deliberately deceived them, and she would have to pay the price!

Darlene, already a jittery person, turned pale at these words. She looked at Tyler almost pleadingly. But Tyler didn't look at her, he just leaned against the wall with his eyes closed.

She immediately understood that he wouldn't lift a finger to help. It was all down to her luck! No, she couldn't do a paternity test!

She clutched her stomach, her face turning ghostly pale. Darlene had always wanted to be an actress. Although her character wasn't good, her acting skills were quite decent. So she put on a very convincing act. "My stomach hurts," she said, her face pale, clutching her stomach, her forehead covered in cold sweat, almost fainting.