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Be tried to hold back herughter after hearing Noora’s sentence.

“Aunty Noora, since when have you had heart disease?” Be asked. Before Noora could say anything, she continued, “Well, don’t worry, you will not end up in the emergency room today, Aunty—”

Be smiled when she saw Noora’s face look more rxed.

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“I am pregnant!” Be finally said.

“W-WHAT? P-PREGNANT!?” Noora roared, shocked to hear that. She hadn’t expected to hear this good news from her. “Miss Be, are you for real? You… you didn’t try to prank me, did you?”

“Hmm, this is true, Auntie… Do you want to meet an OB-GYN with me?” Be asked. She needed someone to see a doctor; she felt nervous about meeting the new doctor at this hospital. Because this is not the hospital, she usually visits.

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“Yes, miss, of course, I want to—” Noora said excitedly. She feels so happy to apany Be to meet the OB-GYN doctor; however, a secondter, she frowns when something crosses her mind.

Noora was confused.

Earlier, Be said Tristan divorced her because she couldn’t bear a child. But now she said she was pregnant. So, why are they still deciding to divorce?

“Miss, you are already pregnant but still divorced. Why?” Noora asked.

Be took a deep sigh. She wanted to give Tristan a chance to continue their marriage, but the gossip she heard beforepletely shut down her n. She never imagined being able to share her husband with another woman. It would be better for her to go and raise her child alone without Tristan.

“Aunty Noora, Tristan already has another woman to warm his bed,” Be said with a smile. Still, inwardly, she felt her heart hurt. “And his woman is also pregnant…”

Be continued to tell Noora about what she heard from the nurse.

“So, divorce was the only option to solve this all. I decide not to tell him about my pregnancy. I will raise my child alone. And I hope you can help me, Aunty…” Be sincerely said.

“I will help you, young Miss, but did you believe them right away before confirming the gossip was true?” Noora asked.

Be didn’t immediately respond. Her mind shed back tost night. She was initially doubtful about the rumors she heard, which made her investigate further, only to confirm that Tristan and Laura had visited the hospital yesterday.

“I did check the gossip, and it was true, Aunty…” Be maintained her smile, though inwardly, she struggled to contain the pain now gnawing at her heart.

“Y-Young Miss…” Noora said while faintly smiling back at Be, but her heart aching for her. She feels so angry; how could Tristan do such a thing to her young Miss?

Seeing Aunty Noora’s sympathetic expressionforted Be, momentarily diverting her mind from the pain in her heart.

“It’s okay, Aunty Noora. You don’t have to look at me that way; I’m fine now,” Be said calmly. “What Tristan did won’t weaken me. Instead, I’ll grow stronger. I’ve already made a promise to myself to forget about him. That man won’t have a ce in my heart and my future—”

Be couldn’t finish her sentence as she noticed Noora rushing towards her, enveloping her in a hug. She smiled when Noora cried in her arms.

“Miss Be, I cry not because I’m sad but because I’m thrilled you included me in your ns. Thank you very much,” said Noora between her happy tears.

Noora felt immense joy because she would fulfill her promise to Be’ste grandmother to care for Be.

“Miss Be, I promise you, I will always look after you and your child…” Noora continued.

“Thank you, Aunty,” Be said, her eyes blurry, but she tried not to cry. She had so much to do in a short time. “Alright, you can let me go now, Aunty… I feel suffocated with your embrace.”

Instantly, Noora released her embrace and stood before Be.

Noora wiped the traces of tears on her cheeks before saying, “Miss, I will prepare breakfast. You go change your clothes,” urging Be to do so. She was excited to apany Be to meet the OB-GYN.

Be nodded at her.

After changing her clothes, Be found Noora hadn’t returned yet. She took her phone and dialed Sean’s number. However, Sean’s cell phone remained inactive after she tried a few times.

Be remembered that Sean had told her that if he was on a military mission, his cell phone would definitely be off or couldn’t be contacted.

“Is he on duty now!?” She muttered while looking at her phone screen. After thinking for a while, she decided to send a text.

[Be:] Thank you, Sean, for your help.

[Be:] I tried calling you, but it seemed like you were on duty. Please call me if you have time.

After texting Sean, Be checked for missed calls, finding only from Aunty Noora.

Be felt relieved that her family wasn’t aware of her divorce yet. She hadn’t nned to tell them; she wanted to avoid their judgment. She ns to leave the country quietly.

…

With limited time, Be contacted several people to take care of the documents she needed to live in another country.

Once she finished, the door opened, surprising Be as she saw Aunty Noora carrying shopping bags in her hands.

“Aunty, why did you buy so much?”

“Miss, this is all healthy food…” Noora replied as she unpacked the items onto the dining table.

Be approached, amazed at how quickly Noora had bought everything.

Without saying anything, she began eating what Noora had served.

After breakfast, Be shared her n to temporarily return to her old apartment.

“I never imagined we’d return there again…” Noora mentioned. For the past four years, every weekend, she cleaned Be’s old apartment, where Be used to live before marrying Tristan.

“That ce is special because I bought it with my own money.”

“You’re right. Even your family didn’t know about that ce. How many days are we staying there?”

“Until all the necessary documents are ready.”

Noora fell silent before asking again, “Miss, which country are we moving to?”

“Sweden!”

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