Secret Wedding Geeky Girl & Cold Doctor
Whose son?

With a doubtful step, Marchel stepped, approaching the wife who was still silently sculpting. The man pulled Sheila into his arms, rubbing her long hair. Both of his eyes were filled with clear liquid. Marchel blames herself for leaving Sheila just to forget the night that sinned for her.

"I'm sorry, Sheila. I didn't take good care of you until all this happened. I shouldn't have left you alone. It's not your fault."

Sheila fell silent. He tried to release Marchel's hand that was coiled around his body, then wiped the tears that soaked his face. He was about to leave Marchel, but the husband immediately pulled his wrist.

"Let's talk first" Marchel asked softening her voice.

"I don't want to talk to Brother Marchel."

"I beg you, Sheila." Marchel sat Sheila in the long chair, then crouched down in front of her. He looked deeply into the face of Sheila who was looking down.

"I really hope what you said to me was wrong. I told my mom you were a good girl and it was impossible to betray me. I really hope what I read in the letter from the school is wrong. I still wish you were my innocent wife." Marchel stroked Sheila's face, but although she spoke in a very gentle tone, it was very piercing for Sheila. "Why did all this happen to you? Tell me who did this?"

Sheila brushed off the clothes she was wearing, closing her eyes. "Does Brother Marchel believe what they say about me?"

"I don't want to believe it, Sheila. But the truth is like this. Answer me honestly. Who's the father of the child you bear?"

The tears that flowed down Sheila's face grew even more intense. The question that came out of Marchel's mouth was like a heart-wrenching pain. "So Brother Marchel thinks I can sleep with other men? What so?"

"I don't want to think like that. I still wish you could take care of yourself for me. But the truth is, you're pregnant now. Tell me, who's got you pregnant?"

Sheila wiped away the tears with her hands. "If I told you the father of the child I bear was Brother Marchel's son, would Brother Marchel believe it?"

Marchel fell silent. The tears she had been holding back just fell. "How can I believe it, Sheila? We slept in one room for months. But I've never touched you at all. Then how can you say the child you bear is my son?"

"Sister Marchel doesn't even remember that night. How could Brother Marchel trust me? If I told you, would Brother Marchel believe it?" ask Sheila. He took off Marchel's hand which was holding his hand, then stood up from his seat. The young woman then walked away from her husband.

"Sheila!" marchel's call stopped Sheila's footsteps.

"You said the kid you're carrying is my son, right? I need proof for that."

Sheila clenched her hand at the words of her husband. The pain in his heart increased. "What evidence?" sheila asked without turning around.

"Let's do a DNA test. To prove who the father of the child is."

"DNA test?" Sheila dropped her water again.

"Yes, I want to do a DNA test. You said the boy was my son, right? I need proof for that."

Did he believe me at all, and he had to do a DNA test to convince him that the boy I was carrying was his son? inner Sheila.

"I don't want to! If Brother Marchel doesn't believe me, it's okay. Besides, I mean nothing to Brother Marchel, right? All of Brother Marchel's kindness to me was just pretending."

Marchel drew closer to Sheila, trying to grab the wife's hand. Sheila quickly took her hand off.

"I just need proof, Sheila. If that kid's my son, you shouldn't be afraid to do a DNA test, right?"

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