Chapter 396 Looking Into Jack&##x27;s Current Situation

Tears streamed down Tracy's face silently.

At those words, Jack's original calm morphed into agitation. The blue veins on his forehead popped
menacingly. He stood up and spat out through gritted teeth, "Don't disturb her!"

"But you can't keep on being like this!" Tracy burst out in a heartbroken voice.

"Leave me alone." Without saying another word, Jack turned around and left.

Hearing the sound of the motor outside, Tracy collapsed, weeping on Jonathan's shoulder.

The wedding decorations remained stuck on the door and windows, still looking dazzling even though
they should have already been removed long before.

Jonathan snorted and yelled at the workers in the yard, "Why haven't you cleared these up yet?"

The two workers compiling dead branches trembled unconsciously. They rushed forward and tore off
all of the wedding stickers on the windows.

In the hospital, Bill was standing outside the emergency room. The door was firmly closed, but he still
tried to see what was going on inside.

Half an hour had passed, but the door still did not budge.

Finally, the door opened, and a nurse walked out. Bill reached out his hand to stop her. "How is she?"

"Which patient? Sir, there are so many people in the emergency room. How do I know which patient
you are referring to?" the nurse said impatiently.

"Rachel Shen," he quickly supplied. "How is she doing?"



The nurse frowned as she tried to recall the patient's information and then said, "Ah, there's nothing
wrong with her. She only fainted because of hypoglycemia."

The tension finally bled out of Bill as he heard the nurse's words. He heaved a sigh of relief and said in
a much calmer tone, "Can I go in and see her now?"

"Not right now," the nurse replied with a shake of her head. "Once her condition has stabilized, we will
transfer her to the ward. You can visit her there later."

Bill looked like he had something else to say, but the nurse slid past his side, turned a corner, and left.

He stood by the door and waited for nearly half an hour. Finally, two nurses wheeled Rachel to the
ward. Bill was about to follow them when the doctor pulled him back by the arm. He pointed to the side
and took off his mask. "Come here. I have to tell you something."

'Is it something serious?

Usually, the doctor would ask the patient's family members aside to talk to them about something that
the patient shouldn't know about.'

Bill felt nervous all of the sudden. "Doctor, what is it? Please, just tell me!"

The doctor glared at him. "What kind of husband are you? Although her first trimester was up and her
condition has stabilized, you still need to make sure that she gets sufficient nutrition and rest all
throughout the course of her pregnancy. If you keep doing this, I'm afraid that she won't be able to keep
the baby."

'Pregnant?'

Bill stared at the doctor in shock, his mouth slightly agape. He looked toward the direction of the wards,
and then turned back to the doctor. "You're saying... she is pregnant?"



The doctor frowned slightly. "You don't know, do you? She has been pregnant for three months, but she
has been unable to get good rest these days. In addition, she is undernourished, so she fainted from
hypoglycemia."

When she opened her eyes, Rachel felt woozy, as if her head was stuffed with cotton yet very, very
heavy. She tried to recall what happened, but it was all a blur to her.

She tried to sit up with her hands on her side, but a sudden bout of dizziness had her laying back
down.

At that moment, Bill came in and placed the medicine he had just picked up from the pharmacy on the
table. He walked up to her and asked worriedly, "Are you okay? Do you feel uncomfortable anywhere?"

"I'm fine." When Bill's presence finally registered to Rachel, she gradually remembered why she was
lying here in one of the hospital's wards in the first place.

She slowly turned her head to the side to avoid looking at Bill and said in a low voice, "Bill, I'm fine now.
You don't have to stay here with me."

"How could you be fine?" Bill pulled over a chair over and sat down by the bedside. Against his will, he
found himself staring at the general direction of her belly.

Rachel didn't notice it, so she just replied coldly, "I'm a doctor, so I know how my own body is doing."

Bill' face darkened at her response. "If you knew how your body is doing, then you wouldn't have
fainted like that today!"

He took a deep breath to calm himself down. "Rachel, do you know that you're pregnant?"

"How did you know?" Shocked, Rachel turned around to stare at him. In an instant, a bitter smile
crossed her face. "That's right. We're at the hospital. Of course, the doctor told you."



"Looks like you already knew about it."

The frown on Bill's face deepened. "Tell me the truth. Did anything happen between you and Jack?
Something must have, or else you wouldn't have come here from Ninwell City!"

He should have known that something was wrong when they met for the first time.

Lowering her gaze, Rachel didn't say anything. After a moment of silence, she said weakly, "Bill, I
broke up with Jack. He doesn't know about my pregnancy. Please help me hide this from him, okay?"

After taking a deep breath, seemingly to steady herself, she continued, "As for the reason why we
broke up, I hope that you wouldn't force me to tell you. I will do so when I am ready, or I will leave this
place and find somewhere else to settle in."

Upon hearing this, Bill shut his mouth.

He was afraid that Rachel would leave again, and there were no guarantees that he would be so lucky
as to find her again.

Besides, he had other avenues through which he could find out why she and Jack broke up. He didn't
have to hear it from her directly.

When Howard saw phone screen flash Bill's caller ID, his mouth fell open in surprise. Growing up, Bill
had never been the one to initiate a phone call with him. At times, Bill even seemed to ignore his calls.

Howard heard him say "hello" several times from the other end.

He told himself to calm himself down, cleared his throat, and said as casually as he could manage,
"Bill, what's up?"

"Help me look into Jack's current situation." Bill cut straight to the chase.



"Huh?" Howard frowned. He was currently handling a project whose success hugely relied on MK
Group's help. Now, he was being asked to investigate Jack's situation. He was afraid that his project
would be eventually dragged into this mess.

But then, his son was asking him for help. 'What a dilemma,' he lamented.

Looking toward the ward, Bill lowered his voice and said, "Well, I'm not in Ninwell City right now, or else
I wouldn't have bothered you."

Howard sighed heavily and finally agreed. "I'll let you know in two days."

The dim lighting made Jack's pale and haggard face appear even more so. His eyes looked transfixed
at the wine glass in front of him that was being refilled one after the other.

Michael and Marcus pushed the door open and entered the room. One of them glanced at the unknown
beauty sitting next to Jack and asked her to leave, while the other took away the wine glass in Jack's
hand.

The two newcomers looked at each other helplessly.

They had no idea what happened between Jack and Rachel; they only knew about some conflict during
the wedding.

Frowning, Marcus asked in a low voice, "Jack, what's going on?"

A few days ago, Marcus was on a business trip abroad. As soon as he got back, he received a call
from his girlfriend, Celia, who was angrily ranting about how all men were the same.

This diatribe made Marcus nervous. He intended to go to the company to deal with some matters, but
he ended up rushing to the hospital. On the way over, he heard the gossip over a radio broadcast and



realized that Celia was mad on Rachel's behalf.

Jack frowned impatiently and reached for the bottle. "It's none of your business. Give it back to me!"

"Jack, look at yourself." Michael, a man who alcohol as much as his life, lifted his foot and kicked the
bottle to the side with a snort of resentment.

Bright, red liquid that looked shockingly similar to blood flowed out of the bottle.

Jack didn't say anything more. Instead, he tipped his head back against the sofa. Tears streamed down
silently from his closed eyes.

Rachel stayed in the hospital ward for two days. When her laboratory results and indexes showed
stable results, her doctor signed the discharge agreement.

Rachel was tidying up the fruit on the bedside table when Bill returned after finishing the discharge
procedures. He hurriedly walked up to her, guided her to sit down, and said softly, "I told you to rest. Let
me do these things for you, okay?"

At the sight of Bill so beside himself with worry, Rachel didn't know whether she would laugh or cry.
"Bill, I'm fine. You don't need to worry about me."

She had hypoglycemia because she hadn't been sleeping well those days. Moreover, she had no
appetite, so she didn't force herself to eat anything.

She thought that those oversights were minor. She didn't think that she would be so week.

While packing, Bill took out an orange and handed it to her. "Have one first."

Rachel nibbled on a few segments and felt much better. Under her long drooping eyelashes, her deep
eyes glimmered like black crystals. After some thought, she said, "Bill, you really don't have to



accompany me here. You also need to take care of Andy. You..."

Before she could finish her words, Bill interrupted her, "Don't worry. I've found another caregiver to take
care of Andy 24/7. I'm relieved of caregiver duties for now."

As he spoke, he packed up Rachel's things in a small luggage bag.

Bill lifted the luggage bag and placed his hand on Rachel's shoulder. In a soft, warm voice, he said,
"Wait for me by the lobby. I'll get the car and pick you up there."

"I can go with you to the parking area. You don't have to drive back there."

"It's no trouble," Bill assured her.

As the two of them exchanged words back and forth, an unexpected voice suddenly interrupted them.
They looked up and saw Jonathan and Tracy standing across the corridor.


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