My Pretty Sweetheart novel Chapter 223

Thankfully, Minnie had to get some groceries after we had our breakfast, so I managed to drag Monique to the hotel where Ian stayed.

We got into the car.

"Minnie is so knowledgeable and experienced. She's got me considering staying in your place for the rest of my pregnancy," She leaned against the car seat and spoke, eating a mango that she had taken from the villa.

I chuckled, "Anytime!"

Minnie was already getting old. She had been with the Roberts family for most of her life, and the Roberts had even regarded her as their family member.

"Hey, why are there so many medicines in your car?" asked Monique. She had curiously opened the front seat drawer, "Looks like they are some progesterone pills and... What are the others?"

She turned to me with a concerned look, "Didn't the doctor say not to take that much medicine during pregnancy? Why are you still taking all this crap? I haven't even taken any medicine since the start of my pregnancy." The traffic lights turned red. I stopped the car at the intersection, glanced at those medicines, and I explained, "I got into the hospitals a few times previously, and the doctors prescribed them. And some were Doctor Saunders' recommendation to help with my morning sickness and to prevent miscarriage."

At the mention of Josiah, Monique's expression darkened, and she answered in a faint voice, "Oh..."

Taking a brief look at her before I continued driving, I asked without thinking much, "Aren't you planning to tell Doctor Saunders about the baby?"

Monique's expression was stern, and she responded with slight annoyance, "The child is mine. What does it have to do with him? Why should I tell him? I'm not that desperate."

I stopped asking any further. In no time, we arrived at the hotel.

I took a look at the watch and noticed that it was already eleven in the morning. "Should we get some breakfast for Ian? He probably is still sleeping," I proposed.

"Forget about it. The hotel will prepare breakfast for him!" She pulled me into the elevator and said, "That brat is probably still in his dreamland."

Then, we arrived at Ian's door. We knocked on his door for ages, and there was still no response. Monique crossed her arms and looked at me, telling me that she had guessed it right with her expression.