Part 184

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As a father, whose heart wouldn't break upon learning that his daughter is pregnant with no official partner by her side? He felt like a terrible father, willing to do anything as long as the man who impregnated his daughter, Silvi, would take responsibility.

Pregnancy is never an easy journey for a woman, especially without a husband by her side. The man Silvi referred to as the father finally decided to find Devin, the man who should be held accountable for what happened to Silvi. He took a taxi to Devin's whereabouts, hoping that he would indeed be there. Impatiently sitting in the taxi, the weary-looking man, no longer in his youth, stared at his phone screen. The journey from the city to the village was quite long, which was why he opted for a taxi. Besides, he didn't want any unpleasant conversations about Silvi if he had brought his driver along.

Fortunately, he found out about Silvi's pregnancy before it was too late, or who knows what might have happened. He sighed wearily, closing his eyes for a moment. "Sir, we've arrived," said the taxi driver. He took out money from his wallet to pay the fare. "Could you wait for me here for a moment? I'll pay you whatever you ask for," said Silvi's father, and the taxi driver agreed.

He walked along the muddy road; Devin lived in the village because his business was in this area. After spotting Devin's house from a distance, Silvi's father picked up his pace. He knocked on the door of the house, as it was already late in the day, and Devin was likely resting inside. Before long, the man he was looking for emerged from the house, looking surprised at his presence. "Devin, I want to have a serious talk with you," he said, causing Devin to nod and invite Silvi's father into his rather modest home compared to Silvi's.

Devin fetched a drink for the middle-aged man; he knew he must be tired from the journey. "No need to trouble yourself, Devin, I came here to demand answers from you." Devin had just sat down on his living room sofa and was immediately shocked by these words. He never thought he did anything to make Silvi pregnant; why would her father demand answers?

"I- I'm sorry, what do you mean, sir?"

"Silvi is pregnant, and you have to take responsibility."

"We're already divorced, sir, besides, I'm not sure if Silvi is carrying my child. We were only married for one day, and I never did anything to her."

"Don't lie to me. Don't make me do something rash. Do you think my daughter is a cheap woman?"

"I'm sorry, sir, but I really didn't do it."

Silvi's father was furious, wondering why Devin wouldn't admit it. Was it because they were forced into marriage back then? Devin, on the other hand, was also wondering why this older man came to his house and demanded accountability.

"Devin, I'm begging you to acknowledge that child. Silvi is the only daughter my wife and I cherish. Think about our family name, and I'm asking for your responsibility. Whatever you want, I'll agree to it as long as you marry Silvi again and make her happy."

Devin contemplated what he should do. He was tempted, especially when he thought about the possibility of obtaining shares in Silvi's family's large company. He didn't have feelings for Silvi, but he could pretend to like her, as long as he got the wealth. His business in the village couldn't compare to Silvi's family's company. Besides, Alesya was already happy with Nicholas.

"Alright, I'll take responsibility. I will marry Silvi." Hearing this, Silvi's father was overjoyed. He immediately invited Devin to go meet Silvi in the city. After waiting for Devin to prepare for twenty minutes, they both returned to the city using the taxi that had been waiting.

During the journey, Devin contemplated many things. He wondered who had actually impregnated Silvi and why she claimed it was her child. What was going on in Silvi's mind? Why did she inform her father, and not the man who had obviously impregnated her?

At Silvi's place, she was locking herself in her room. Her mother had called her out for meals, but she refused to leave her room. Silvi felt incredibly foolish for becoming pregnant and mentioning that Devin was the one responsible to her father. She wondered what would happen if someone as arrogant as Devin refused to take responsibility.

Silvi's zest for life seemed to vanish instantly, and her life became even more complicated. She heard another call from behind her bedroom door, but this time it was a man's voice. Silvi recognized it; she was pretty sure it was Devin's voice. However, why was Devin at her house? Did her father manage to make Devin want to take responsibility? This was not what she wanted. She had already forbidden it, but her father had still sought out Devin.

"Silvi, it's me. Please open the door." Devin's voice sounded gentle. Silvi wanted to know why he had come, so she slowly walked to the bedroom door. As she opened it, she was greeted by Devin's handsome face. He smiled, not a forced smile like she had suspected, but a genuine one, even if it was only for a moment.

"Can I talk to you?" Devin asked, and Silvi nodded. "But you have to eat first. Your mother said you haven't eaten anything since yesterday. Please eat for the sake of this child." Devin also gently caressed her belly.

Devin sat with Silvi in her room while she ate. Silvi's parents allowed them to do whatever they wanted because they wanted Silvi to be happy, and they hoped this accountability issue could be resolved peacefully. Their family name would be ruined if people out there knew that Silvi was pregnant without a husband.

In her room, Devin fed Silvi. For some reason, even though Devin didn't have feelings for Silvi, he still wanted to treat her well. It wasn't because of money or wealth; there was something he couldn't quite explain.

"Why are you willing to take responsibility?" Silvi asked when they were alone in the room.

"Because I care about you."

"Nonsense! What do you want?"

"If I told you that I want you, would you believe me?" Devin replied. Silvi fell silent; she didn't expect that answer from Devin. Did Devin have feelings for her? If it were true, could she trust him? What about Alesya?

"I want to take you out and then to the doctor. But before that, can I take a short nap? You know the journey from the village to here was really tiring," Silvi smiled as she heard his request.

"Rest, you can use the guest room."

"Why not here?" Devin asked, but Silvi just smiled. She didn't want to answer. After finishing the breakfast Devin had brought, in accordance with their agreement, Devin would take a rest, and later they would go out for a walk.

Devin descended the stairs of Silvi's house, a luxurious and modern home. He observed every corner of the house, and a servant greeted him. "Mr. Devin, Miss Silvi instructed me to escort you to the guest room." Devin nodded and followed the woman from behind.

A corridor with four doors facing each other made Devin confident that these were all guest rooms. "Sir, this is your room, and your bag is already inside."

"Alright, thank you," Devin replied. He entered the room, which had a tall window revealing the view of the garden in front of Silvi's family home. Exhausted, Devin decided to change his clothes and closed his eyes. He smiled, confident that his plan would proceed smoothly.

In another room, Silvi gazed at her reflection in a decorative mirror. Devin's words about wanting her echoed in her mind. Silvi felt uncertain but couldn't find a reason why Devin would do this. The Devin she knew was not the type to lie.

She looked at the necklace Devin had given her, the last object he had looked at before her father came with the news of her pregnancy.

Devin wanted to tell Silvi that back in his village, he was also thinking about her. As she contemplated everything, her mother entered the room after seeking Silvi's permission.

"Is there something, Mom?"

"I just want to make sure you're okay," her mother said before approaching Silvi. Silvi apologized for her mistakes and the trouble she had caused her parents. "Everything has happened, I only hope you take responsibility for your actions. Take care of your child," her mother said, gently caressing Silvi's belly. "Tomorrow, I want to take you to the doctor if you don't mind."

"Earlier, Devin asked me to see a doctor. He said he'd take me out this afternoon," Silvi replied with a smile.

Her mother was delighted. "I hope he truly takes responsibility for you and your child. Remember, Silvi, you need to be more careful and avoid any recklessness because you're pregnant."

"Okay, Mom, thank you." Silvi and her mother hugged.

Later in the evening, Devin indeed took Silvi out. They used Silvi's car, and Devin was behind the wheel. It felt like old times, they used to go out like this. Their short-lived marriage had ended abruptly.

"Silvi, I want us to get married again." Hearing that, Silvi was stunned, and her eyes sought the truth in Devin's words. He appeared sincere.

"Maybe we should discuss it later," Silvi finally replied. She wasn't entirely sure about the path she was taking. She also didn't anticipate that this lie would turn into something positive.

Devin handled the registration on Silvi's behalf while she waited in a wooden chair near the obstetrician's office. Silvi was lost in thought, so she didn't notice when Devin returned. He suddenly held her hand, and Silvi felt a warm sensation. Seeing Devin's smiling face, she felt guilty.

In that moment, the man who should be by Silvi's side now passed right in front of them. Aryan, that man, looked at Silvi and Devin with an icy stare. Silvi, seeing him, wanted to disappear, but...

Many questions raced through Silvi's mind as she saw Aryan's face, but for some reason, she also felt Devin's grip on her hand tightening. "Silvi, can we talk for a moment?" Aryan asked the visibly pale woman. Silvi looked at Devin, seeking his approval, but she also had to respect Devin's kindness in accompanying her to the hospital.

"If you're asking me, the answer is no. I won't allow you to speak privately with another man. If you must talk, do it here," Devin firmly stated, blocking Aryan's intentions. He was trying hard to appear composed, hiding all his heartache because Silvi had lied to him.

"I'm sorry, I can't. If you want to talk, you can do it here," Devin said with satisfaction as Silvi complied with his words. He was confident that Silvi would come back to him soon; Devin wouldn't give up until all his desires were fulfilled.

Then, Silvi's name was called by a nurse to enter the doctor's room. Devin arrogantly brushed past Aryan, wrapped his arm around Silvi's waist, and entered the obstetrician's room with her.

Aryan could only clench his teeth, watching Silvi walk away with another man. He couldn't forget what he had done to Silvi, and now she was in the hospital, waiting to see the obstetrician. That meant his suspicion was correct. What about their agreement?