At 10 p.m., Aiden Sinclair received a call. "Young Master Sinclair, Miss Walsh is indeed pregnant. We'll need to do an ultrasound to determine the exact term and check the baby's development."
"Really?" Aiden Sinclair's hand holding the phone couldn't help but tremble.
The doctor on the other end repeated the diagnosis. The call ended, but Aiden Sinclair's heart pounded for a long time.
The baby was still there. He still had a chance to earn her forgiveness.
"Mrs. Lane! Mrs. Lane!"
Mrs. Lane had been about to turn in for the night. Hearing him call, she thought there was an emergency and hurried to the main hall.
Aiden Sinclair rambled incoherently, "Tomorrow, hire a few more people... No, forget it... We should find a professional nutritionist..."
It was the first time Mrs. Lane had ever seen Aiden Sinclair like this, and she grew nervous. "Young Master, has something terrible happened?"
