CHAPTER FIFTY-ONE: I WOULD CERTAINLY ATTEND YOUR WEDDING BANQUET ALONG WITH MY HUSBAND

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"Mr. Wilson, the results are in," the doctor announced, his voice steady as he addressed the senior master of the Wilsons. Mr. Wilson gave a slight nod, his expression unreadable but filled with tension.

"Is she pregnant?" the senior madam of the Wilson family demanded, her voice eager but her eyes glaring daggers at Olivia. Every word dripped with suspicion and barely contained disdain.

"Yes, madam. Congratulations, she is pregnant," the doctor replied, smiling professionally as he tried to maintain the calm in the room.

"What?!" The senior madam's face twisted in shock, her voice rising uncontrollably. Her eyes snapped to the doctor, blazing with disbelief.

"She must have paid you! This unfilial girl must have bribed you to alter the results! Tell me, how much did she pay you?" Her sharp voice, cut through the air as she lashed out, accusing Olivia and the doctor in one breath.