Beyond the Divorce by Third Blossom
Chapter 831 Getting Played

No one answered my question, and nobody seemed to know. This left me somewhat disappointed.

Yvette from our dormitory was the one who broke the silence, saying, "Since we left, she went back to her hometown. If you don't have her contact information, the rest of us won't have it either. We also lost contact with Judy from our dormitory. They probably aren't in Foswood."

A guy named Theo added, "I heard Beatrice has her own business, so she might have gone back to manage her own company."

Just then, the dishes started arriving. The waitstaff entered, beginning to serve dish after dish. The aroma of the food wafted through the private room.

To my surprise, Ivanna suddenly rushed out with her mouth covered.

I was puzzled and quickly followed her. In the restroom, she started vomiting again. There was something odd about this. It didn't seem like a stomach issue. "Ivanna, let me take you to the hospital for a checkup tomorrow," I said while patting her back. "Are you sure it's just a stomach problem?"

She looked at me with a hint of skepticism in her eyes, as if she had understood the underlying meaning of my words.

"How long has it been since your last period?" I asked.

Her face turned even paler. Looking at me, she murmured, "N-No way..."

"What's there to be surprised about?" I remarked, watching Ivanna.

She lowered her head, touching her abdomen.

My heart sank a bit, feeling uneasy. I didn't know whether Ivanna's being pregnant at this moment was a good thing or a bad thing.

Ivanna also seemed taken aback. She stayed silent and did not say a word.

I tried to console her, "Let's check tomorrow before jumping to conclusions. Don't think about it now."

After easing the tension, we returned to the private room. Michelle seized the opportunity to attack, "Ivanna, pregnant, huh?"

Ivanna immediately glanced at others, and quite a few people were looking our way.

I didn't mind if Michelle wanted to talk about me, but I felt displeased when she talked about Ivanna. Just as I was about to speak up, Ivanna stopped me.

Ivanna looked at Michelle and said,

"Yeah! What's so strange about it? If

I'm pregnant, I'll give birth to my child. Unlike some people who treat abortion with the same casualness as eating a meal, probably without knowing whose it is."

Everyone burst into laughter again. Ivanna had a carefree look, intentionally rubbing her stomach. "My baby's dad will own up to it. You don't have to worry, Michelle!"

The laughter continued, and everyone joined in teasing Ivanna, asking about her boyfriend and wanting her to introduce him to everyone.

Ivanna looked helpless. "He's not handsome and doesn't have a decent job. He doesn't like meeting people. Spare me. He's not presentable at all."

"Oh dear! Look at you, being modest again! Even an ugly son-in-law still needs to meet her in-laws! Not having a job isn't a big deal." Michelle laughed, apparently feeling quite satisfied.

At this point, I honestly found it hard to like this hostess.

The waitstaff served the dishes, and some people got up to look at the food. They loudly exclaimed, "Hey Michelle did you arrange today's dishes? The food is getting better. It looks like your taste is improving, huh? Why didn't you pick something cheap as usual?"

Everyone's gaze shifted to the dishes on the table, and many agreed that they were quite decent.

Michelle quickly stood up, her face filled with a mysterious smile. She invited everyone to raise their glasses for a toast.

I wasn't planning to drink, but Michelle said, "Ivanna, you're pregnant, right? Don't deny it. This opening toast is indispensable. Today's gathering is specifically arranged for you, Chlo. You should know what to do."

I just smiled, raising my glass. "No problem! It has been so many years since we last met, and today, I have to thank Michelle for this. She orchestrated this event, bringing everyone together again. So, for that I'll take this drink!"

After saying that, I took a sip of the

wine. Michelle quickly refilled my glass, saying, "One drink is not enough, Besides, you are our first entrepreneur running your own company. As you mentioned, did plan this for you. So, Chlo, will you foot the bill for today?"

Her words made a few people who were drinking almost spit their wine. Everyone looked directly at me, and they all understood. Michelle was playing me.