Chapter 813: 813 Survival Instinct?

Grace Ziegler lowered her head, a sourness rising in her nose, her voice turned hoarse, “I feel like a waste, unable to do anything right.

I thought arranging flowers would beautify the living room, make it pleasing to the eye, yet I’m so useless I even get hurt doing that.”

“Grace, it’s just an accident, it doesn’t prove anything. You have many strengths; you’re not a useless person. Don’t think too much,” Daniel Marshall gently patted Grace Ziegler’s shoulder, his deep gaze full of soothing intent.

Grace Ziegler’s eyelashes trembled lightly as she nodded.

Her goal had been achieved, and if she continued to act, she might be seen through, so Grace Ziegler stopped talking.

Today, Grace Ziegler also gained something, calling Daniel Marshall “brother” seemed effective; he appeared to like it when she addressed him that way, as if it brought them closer.

Grace Ziegler reined in her ambitions, her true emotions now concealed.

Not wanting to go abroad, she had to convince Daniel Marshall that her staying in Serene City was harmless, without ulterior motives, so now she could only play the role of an innocent rabbit to gain more sympathy.

This self-inflicted ploy was obviously very effective; she succeeded in gaining Daniel’s pity and compassion.

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Olivia Jenkins took out the medicine when suddenly, the ultrasound report fell to the ground.

As she picked it up, Olivia Jenkins’ gaze lingered on the ultrasound image.

It was then that she carefully observed the “baby” in the picture.

At over six weeks pregnant, the gestational sac was visible, with a heartbeat and an embryo. The baby was developing well.

The baby was healthy, probably a very likeable child too.

Olivia Jenkins became woodenly stunned, sitting on the edge of the bed, clutching the ultrasound report in her hand.

In a moment, Olivia Jenkins also sank into deep thought, her mind drifting.@@novelbin@@

As an abandoned child, in a sense, she had no direct relatives in the world, nothing truly hers.

She was lonely, and sometimes wondered about how her life should continue.

Besides responsibility for the Jenkins Group and her grandmother, nothing in the world seemed worth lingering for.

This child was different; it could be her everything, hers alone.

She wondered if it was a warm-hearted baby, would it keep her company, like to cling to her?

Thinking this, Olivia Jenkins’s thoughts entangled, furrowing her brow; she was still confused, unable to see the direction ahead.

Would she still be lonely in the future if she had a child of her own?

Would her life and the world change?

Olivia Jenkins closed her eyes, instinctively placing her hand on her lower abdomen.

Out of the blue, as if electrocuted, Olivia Jenkins’s entire body shook violently, and she opened her eyes wide.

Her expression was one of astonishment, eyes wide with disbelief.

Olivia Jenkins’s hand remained on her lower abdomen, the strange feeling persisting.

It seemed as if there was a gentle bubbling, a light wriggling in her belly.

Could it be the baby sensed her, the baby communicating with her?

Could it be the baby’s instinct to survive?

Did the baby want to form a bond with her?

Did the baby like her as its mother?

Undeniably, this was the shock of life!

Olivia Jenkins’s hand continued to gently caress her abdomen while her other hand stroked her forehead.

If it was her child, one she really liked, she couldn’t bear not having her own child.

She also believed that her child must be adorable, definitely a beautiful baby.

What should she do?