Page 65 of Dr. Billionaire Playboy

"You know, they say you two are close to each other," he replied.

"And it's a problem how?" I asked as I crossed my arms.

"You know what he's like. I just think that they assume something's happening between you two," he explained.

"Two things, Harold," I frowned as I held up two fingers, "One, none of it is actually their business. Two, I'm an independent doctor, and there is something called performance reports."

"Oh, I actually didn't think that far," he admitted.

"Also, it might be too harsh to assume he would make me his little plaything," I added, "Besides, whentheywere talking about me, what did you say?"

"That they are out of their minds," he replied.

"The results are here," the lab scientist from earlier announced as he returned the sample, "Tell the lady I said congratulations."

"I don't think she'd like that," I sighed then turned my attention to Harold.

"Be careful," he said.

"I'll do my best," I replied.

I hadn't spoken properly to Adam. Speaking of which, did I even have his phone number?

I returned to my office, and the young girl seemed happy to see me. Well, I knew the look of joy on her face was going to vanish after I told her thegoodnews.

"So? What do the tests say?" She beamed as she got to her feet, looking like she was about to snatch the results out of my hand, "I knew I wasn't pregnant after all."

"You might want to sit down for this, Miss Jones," I said.

Her shoulders dropped.

"Well, judging by your reaction, you already know the results," I said as we both sat down, "You're pregnant, Miss Jones."

She bit her lower lip and looked away.

"Would you happen to know who the father is?" I asked.

"Yes, but…" she played with her hands, "I don't know if he'd like to hear this."

"Will you tell him?"

"I… I don't know," she said, "What would you do?"

"Me?" I raised a brow.

I honestly hadn’t thought about it up to that point, but Adam and I didn't use protection, nor did I take birth control pills.

The panic slowly crept in.

"Never mind. Someone like you wouldn’t make a stupid mistake like having sex without protection. You're a doctor, after all," she stated with a sad smile.

"I wouldn't be so sure about that," I murmured.

"I'll tell him, but how do I get rid of it?" She asked.

"I don't support abortion, nor does this hospital," I replied, "It can be excruciating, and I know you're not nineteen."

She gulped and looked away, "I'm going to be eighteen this year."

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