Pregnant maid shocks

Rowan's life had changed dramatically after her one night stand with David. He used every opportunity to insult her and belittle her. Despite his attempts to relieve her of her job, his parents staying with him made it difficult.

Whenever David's parents asked why he wanted Rowan gone, he struggled to find a reliable answer. He couldn't betray his parents' trust by revealing the truth about his relationship with their housemaid.

David knew that the only solution was to move out and live in a separate mansion, but his parents wouldn't allow it. As their only child, they were unwilling to let him go. The only way he could persuade them was to get married.

David had been considering proposing to his girlfriend, Flora, but he didn't want anyone to think that he was only marrying her to attain the position of President of his father's company. He knew that he was next in line for the position, but his uncle was against him.

To avoid any potential rumors or backlash, David decided that he would wait until he became the President before proposing to Flora. He didn't want anyone to question his motives or think that he was using his position for personal gain.

Despite the delay, David was confident that he and Flora would be together forever. They had a strong connection, and he knew that she was the right person for him. In the meantime, he focused on preparing for his future role as President and winning over his uncle's support.

David tried to tolerate Rowan's presence until he could find a way to get rid of her. He had been avoiding any contact with her since their one night stand, and she had been doing the same to stay clear of his path.

One day, when David's car left the compound, Rowan let out a deep sigh of relief. Finally, she could leave her room without fear of running into the man she was hiding from. She stepped out into the hallway, grateful for the temporary peace.

As Rowan made her way down the hallway, she collided with Tessy, a fellow maid carrying a tray of food. Tessy quickly handed the tray to Rowan, instructing her to deliver it to Mrs. Thompson's room for breakfast.

Rowan was grateful for Tessy's kindness, but she couldn't help feeling guilty for always making her cover for her whenever David was around. Today was supposed to be Rowan's turn to cook breakfast, but she had made Tessy do it instead.

"Thank you, Tessy," Rowan said with a smile as she took the tray.

Tessy looked at Rowan with concern. "When are you going to tell me why you're always hiding from Mr. David?" she asked.

"Not now, Tessy," Rowan replied, her tone evasive.

Tessy sighed, knowing better than to push the matter. "No problem," she said, before turning and walking away.

As Rowan made her way to Mrs. Thompson's room, her mind was preoccupied with thoughts of David and their complicated situation. She knew that she needed to come up with a solution soon before things got even more complicated.

Rowan entered Mrs. Thompson's room, she greeted her and bowed politely. Mrs. Thompson asked her how her night was, to which Rowan replied with a simple "fine."

With shaky hands, Rowan placed the plate of eggs Benedict on the table in front of Mrs. Thompson. However, her unease was apparent, and Mrs. Thompson noticed.

"Is everything alright, Rowan?" Mrs. Thompson asked, concerned.

"Yes, ma'am," Rowan replied, trying to hide the discomfort in her voice.

Mrs. Thompson took a bite of the eggs and complimented Rowan's excellent cooking. Rowan managed a small smile and said, "Thank you, ma'am."

Suddenly, Rowan's vision began to blur, and she felt an intense wave of nausea. She tried to steady herself, but her legs gave way, and she collapsed to the floor.

Mrs. Thompson jumped up from her seat, her expression etched with worry. "Rowan! Rowan, are you okay?"

But Rowan was unable to respond. She had lost consciousness, and Mrs. Thompson was left to tend to her fallen maid in a state of panic..

At the hospital, Mrs. Thompson paced back and forth in the waiting room, her heart heavy with worry. She had never seen Rowan look so pale and fragile, and the doctors had been tight-lipped about her condition.

Finally, a doctor emerged from the operating room, and Mrs. Thompson rushed to meet him.

"How is she? Is she okay?" she asked, her voice trembling.

The doctor looked at her gravely. "Mrs. Thompson, I have some news. Rowan is pregnant."

Mrs. Thompson's eyes widened in shock. "Pregnant? Are you sure?"

"Yes, ma'am. It's not uncommon for a woman in her position to keep it a secret."

Mrs. Thompson's initial reaction was disbelief. How could Rowan, her maid, be pregnant in this poor state? But as she looked at Rowan lying in the hospital bed, her heart filled with compassion. Rowan was one of the most hardworking and trustworthy employees she had ever had, and she deserved better than to be judged before the full story was known.

Can I see her?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

The doctor nodded. "She's awake now. You can see her."

When Mrs. Thompson entered Rowan's hospital room, she found her staring out the window, tears streaming down her face.

"Rowan?" she said softly, approaching the bed.

Rowan turned her head slowly, her eyes swollen and red. "I'm sorry, Mrs. Thompson," she said, her voice barely audible. "I didn't mean for this to happen."

Mrs. Thompson took a seat beside the bed, taking Rowan's hand in hers. "You don't have to apologize, Rowan. What happened? Who got you pregnant?"

Rowan looked away, her eyes fixed on a distant point in the room. "It's your son, Mrs. Thompson," she whispered.

As Mrs. Thompson heard that her son was the father, she felt a rush of anger and disbelief. How could her son be so reckless and irresponsible? And how could Rowan, a mere maid, dare to accuse him of such a thing?

"I don't believe you" Mrs. Thompson said coldly to Rowan "This is all a mistake. My son would never do something like this."

Mrs.Thompson felt her world spinning out of control. She had always been so careful to maintain her family's reputation and image, and now this scandal threatened to ruin everything. She couldn't bear the thought of her son being connected to someone like Rowan, a mere servant who had no right to be carrying his child.

"Tell me the truth now, and I promise to take care of your child. But I find it hard to believe that my son could stoop so low as to impregnate a maid like you," Mrs. Thompson said firmly

Rowan looked up at her, her eyes filled with pain and fear. "Yes, ma'am. I'm sorry. I didn't mean for this to happen."

Mrs. Thompson felt a wave of disgust wash over her. How could Rowan be so shameless as to trap her son like this? She stood up from her chair and turned to leave.

"Ma'am, please," Rowan begged, her voice trembling. "I don't know what to do. I have no one else to turn to."

Mrs. Thompson paused for a moment, her eyes flickering with uncertainty. She knew that she couldn't turn her back on Rowan completely, not when she was carrying her grandchild. But at the same time, she couldn't condone her son's actions or the fact that he had gotten involved with someone so far beneath him.

"I'll see what I can do," she said finally, her voice cold and distant. "But don't expect me to forgive or forget this. And don't expect anything from my son, either. He has his own life to live."

With that, she turned and walked out of the room, her heart heavy with shame and anger.