CHAPTER FIFTY-THREE

Slouching slowly on the floor, she rubbed her stomach “What do I do with you?, your father doesn't want you and I don't know what to do either” She mumbled gazing at her stomach.

Glancing up “If there is truly a savior up there then now is the time to save me” She muttered fighting back her tears.

Pacing to and fro his room “Why do I feel like she is hiding something?”He thought, placing his hand on his jawline.

“Let me find out” He mumbled, fetching his phone and placing a call.

“Yes Doctor good evening, is my wife sick?” Alan blurted out the moment the call went through.

“M..Mr.Anderson, no your wife isn't sick s..she is just under the weather and she will be fine soon” The doctor stuttered.

Releasing a breath “Okay I was worried for nothing, I thought she had a serious ailment that she was hiding from me” Alan said rubbing his chin.

“Yeah, good night” The doctor replied, clutching his phone tightly.

Ashley stood in front of the mirror inside her bathroom as she stared at her reflec