Entering the room, she closed the door behind her.
Rex Leanne sat on the sofa. "Carol, what did you want to talk about?"
As he said this, his heart was filled with unease, his gaze cautious, and his posture instinctively straightened.
Caroline Edwin looked at Rex Leanne, "I'm pregnant."
This light, inconsequential remark, merely four words in length, carried within it an astonishing force, like thunder violently splitting the sky, leaving the listener shocked and shaken to the core.
"No way? What are you talking about?"
"Are my ears deceiving me? Or is today April Fool's and you're playing a joke on me? Carrie, this isn't the kind of joke you can just make, you know?"
Rex Leanne lifted his hand to his ear as if to clear it, his face a picture of disillusion, and he stared in disbelief at the people before him.
Witnessing Rex Leanne's facade cracking, Caroline Edwin let out a soft chuckle.
