?Chapter 597:


    They talked quietly for a while, sharing a rare, heartfelt moment in the hospital. But that peace didn’tst long—Tracy suddenly stormed in, shattering the calm.


    “What do you want?” Rachel asked, calmly peeling an apple.


    “We need to talk.”


    “I’m not interested. I’m busy.”


    Tracy folded her arms and leaned against the doorway. “I’ll wait. No matter how long it takes.”


    Rachel ignored her, pretending she wasn’t there. But Tracy remained, lingering in the room until Jeffrey finally dozed offte into the night.


    When Rachel stepped out, Tracy blocked her path. “Enough waiting. Let’s talk. Or would you rather I show up here every day and bother your brother?”


    Rachel sighed, not wanting a scene. “Fine. Downstairs.”


    “Good choice.” Tracy smirked.


    They walked to the small café beside the hospital. Once seated, Tracy signaled the waiter and turned to Rachel. “Go ahead—order whatever you want. It’s on me.”


    “Just water.”


    Tracy told the waiter, “Two sses of water, please.”


    The waiter hesitated until Tracy added, “Don’t worry, I’ll pay as if we ordered coffee.”


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    “Of course. One moment, please.”


    When the water arrived, Tracy sipped and sneered, “Aren’t you even a little curious why I’m here?”


    “Debby must’ve told you I’m marrying Brian soon,” Rachel replied directly.


    “Exactly,” Tracy said without pretense. “That’s why I came.”


    “So, what do you want?” Rachel asked, her voice calm.


    Tracy pulled a document from her bag and slid it across the table with a smug smile. “See for yourself.”


    Under the café’s light, the printed medical report was clear—an ultrasound result. Rachel’s heart pounded, but she clenched her fists and forced herself to remainposed. She understood exactly what Tracy was attempting—and why she couldn’t let her seed.


    “You’re pregnant,” Rachel stated evenly, suppressing the turmoil inside.


    Tracy’s eyes widened. “You’re not even a little shocked? No anger? No reaction at all?”


    Rachel ignored her taunts. “Brian doesn’t know yet, does he?”


    Tracy’s expression stiffened, but she lifted her chin. “No, I haven’t told him. That’s why I’m here. I’m giving you a heads-up out of respect. If I announce this at your wedding, you’ll be humiliated, and your reputation will be ruined.”


    Rachel met her gaze, eyes sharp. “Are you sure people will me me? Not you, the one interfering in my marriage?”


    Tracy scoffed, confidence flickering in her smile. “Why would they me me? I’m carrying Brian’s child—the next heir to the White family.”


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