<h4>Chapter 89: The 89th one got pregnant.</h4><h4></h4>


    He walked a few steps towards the hospital room door, his gazending on Emily Ginger’s face.


    Emily Ginger was lying on the hospital bed, whether unconscious or asleep, herplexion appeared calm and her expression serene. He nced at her neck but did not see any marks. Edward Stephens calmly withdrew his gaze.


    The short, sharp scream from Emily Ginger and the bubbles sound like someone drowning from the phone, contrasted with the seemingly calm scene that looked like a regr family argument, intuitively made him feel that something was amiss.


    He hadn’t heard the beginning and end of the argument clearly. Seeing Ian Linton in such a disheveled state now, perhaps before Ian took action, Emily Ginger had already had a fight with Ian—who knows.


    Just thatst sound, like a stone thrown into calm water, made him somewhat uneasy.


    Edward Stephens said to Ian Linton, "I was the one who called the police."


    Ian Linton was slightly stunned and then awkwardly and helplessly nodded, "...I didn’t expect it to get so ugly... Today is Emily’s birthday, I originally wanted to celebrate for her..."


    Edward Stephens said, "Emily is a simple person. If you truly love her, don’t disappoint her."


    As he spoke these words, both his expression and tone were very calm and indifferent, as if stating a in fact.


    Ian Linton lightly paused, then sighed softly. He seemed somewhat guilty and nodded, "...It was my fault for not doing well enough, which led to her misunderstanding... Sigh, I will exin to her clearly in the future. She is the only one in my heart."


    The rtionship problems of others were not for him toment on. Edward Stephens didn’t say more; he nced at the time while intending to turn and leave when Abigail Perry’s voice sounded behind him, "Edward, you’re here."


    Abigail Perry was wearing a gown, draped with a trench coat, her makeup elegant, seemingly having rushed over from some banquet.


    She walked over hesitantly, lightly called out to Edward Stephens, and then said to him with slightly red eyes, "Emily is okay, Edward, don’t worry."


    Edward Stephens nced at Emily Ginger on the hospital bed, nodded, "I received her call, seeing them arguing fiercely, I was afraid of an ident."


    Abigail Perry’s eyes were slightly red, "Emily’s phone emergency contact is you, maybe she forgot to delete it and identally pressed it."


    Edward Stephens responded, "If that’s the case, I’ll be off."


    Abigail Perry hurriedly said, "Let me see you off then."


    A nurse walked over holding ab report and asked loudly at the door, "Who is Emily Ginger’s family member?"


    "I am." Ian Linton responded and quickly stepped forward.


    "Miss Ginger is already one month pregnant." She nced at the disheveled young man in front of her, seeming to have an added degree of sympathy, her tone softened a bit, "Pregnant women can have bad tempers, as the husband, you need to be more understanding."


    Ian Linton seemed equally stunned by this news, looking at the nurse in disbelief. Momentster, a hint of ecstatic joy appeared on his refined and handsome face; he grabbed the test report from the nurse’s hand, lowered his head to look at it, and excitedly asked, "I’m going to be a dad? I’m going to be a dad?"


    Abigail Perry also hurriedly walked over, standing beside Ian Linton to look at the test report, beaming joyfully.


    "Emily is pregnant? Already one month?" She smiled irresistibly, "Great, really great—"