Alex felt cold all over his body. If Emma hadn't said she wanted to go to the bathroom, he would have carried her straight to the hospital.
Emma felt an unprecedented wave of nausea rise, almost throwing up everything she had eaten for dinner. When her body felt better, she could only weakly lean against the wall, her hair drenched in sweat.
Outside, Alex's worried voice rang out: "Wife, are you okay? Can we go to the hospital?"
She weakly turned the doorknob, looked at him, and softly said: "It's okay, I must have eaten something unclean today."
At this time, Patrick brought his personal doctor over.
"Mr. Knight, is your wife not feeling well?"
Alex immediately hugged Emma and took her to the break room. The doctor brought a medical kit and carefully checked her health.
After a while, the doctor's expression became a little strange: "Miss Emma, when was your last period?"
Emma was a little stunned: "Doctor, what do you mean... am I pregnant?"
