The Good Girl's Revenge

Meredith did not detect the coldness in his words, but Derek relieved her instead.

Opening the door, Meredith saw the long wound on Derek's face. Although the blood had coagulated, the red bloodstain was still shocking.

"What has happened to you?"

Meredith couldn't help but stare at the wound. It looked like he had been scratched by something. Why would Derek be attacked? Besides, this was the second time he had been attacked in the past few days. Was he in any danger?

"It's all right." Derek had long forgotten about this matter, mainly because he had other things in his mind so that he forgot about the pain.

"I have something to ask you, Meredith."

As Derek spoke, his eyes fell on Meredith. Her eyes were full of sincere concern, which calmed him down a little.

"What's the matter? We'll talk about it after my wound is applied with medicine.”

Meredith kept staring at Derek's wound, not even noticing what was wrong with him. She was just thinking that it would be a sin to leave such a long scar on such a handsome face of him.

After that, she quickly ran to her room to look for her medicine box. Seeing her insistence, Derek did not say anything but walked into Meredith's bedroom and sat down casually. However, he soon saw a prenatal education book.

Instead of liking the cute baby on the cover, he was even unhappier.

If the baby were his, he would definitely like it, but actually, it was not. He didn't know which man was the baby's father, nor did he know the man’s identity, where he was now, when that man would show up again, and what Meredith thought of him.

Derek had always been a risk-averse, nor in his relationships. He wouldn't give Meredith a reason to leave him at any time.

Meredith got the cotton swabs and the anti-inflammatory iodophor and ran back. Seeing Derek sitting on the bed looking at a book with a complicated expression, her heart thumped and she quickly packed up the things. "Let me apply the medicine to your wound.”

Derek nodded. Meredith first wiped the bloodstain off his face with a wet cotton swab, then dabbed the wound with iodine.

Fortunately, the wound was not deep. Although it looked scary, it shouldn't have left him a scar. But Meredith was still worried about what had happened, letting him get hurt for the second time. "Is... Is Grandpa Xavier the one who did it?"

Meredith asked carefully if as she gently applied for the medicine

"Yes." Derek nodded, accidentally touching the wound, and couldn't help but hiss. Meredith was shocked, "Don't move!"

However, although her words sound reasonable and strong, Meredith felt some guilty inside because she knew that Derek would be beaten, and it must have something to do with her.

"Is it because of me?"

"Don’t think too much.” Derek did not answer her question directly, nor did he deny it.

Meredith was slightly touched. Even if he was beaten by Mr. Xavier, he did not vent his anger on her. Moreover, he was so considerate of her.

Perhaps Derek was more serious about her than she thought.

When thinking about it, Meredith's eyes flickered. She wondered if Derek knew that the child was his and if they fought together, would there be a good result?

Meredith quickened her movements, finished applying for the medicine, and was about to put the things away, but Derek suddenly held her wrist and let her eyes meet his, without any room for evasion.

"Meredith, I have something to ask you."

The man's tone was grave, and Meredith nodded, "Go ahead."

"Who is the father of the baby you are carrying?”

Derek made up his mind that he had to figure it out. He could let Meredith give birth to the baby, but he would never allow her to bring it up with her.

He would not allow such a risk factor to remain by Meredith's side, nor would he give her a chance to be remind of the baby's father.

Meredith didn't expect him to ask that, but the question coincided with what she had just thought. Perhaps this was a good opportunity to tell the truth.

"Derek, will you believe me?"

Derek looked at her noncommittally, "Say it."

Meredith took a deep breath as if she had made a great resolution. It was not easy to tell the secret. "The baby is yours.”

Meredith said it word by word, then looked at Derek nervously.

To her surprise, he did not show anything on his face. He was neither happy nor surprised. Instead, he was terrifyingly calm.

Meredith suddenly had a strange feeling. She knew that Derek had always cared about the child. She had been keep the secret for fear of retribution if she spoke out about the child's father.

But now, she had finally mustered up the courage to tell the secret, while Derek's response made her feel completely at a loss.

"The child is mine?"

Obviously, Derek didn't believe it.

It was very clear when she got pregnant, but they didn't have sex at that time, so how could it be his child?

The only explanation for it might be that Meredith lied because she was afraid that he would ask her to abort the child, separating her from the child.

"Meredith, if you're afraid that I'll force you to abort your child, you don't have to worry about it. You are not fit enough for an abortion. I won't risk your health.”

Derek said, "But after this child is born, it has to be sent away. I can tolerate you giving birth to it, but I can't let it continue in our lives. This is my bottom line."

Meredith was stunned. She did not expect that Derek would not believe her at all. "Please believe me, this is really your child.”

"Is it really my child?"

Looking at Meredith's eagerness, Derek became increasingly unhappy.

Did she really care so much about this child of another man that she even lied to him so as to deceive him into raising a child for another man?

Derek felt a pang of jealousy. It seemed that Meredith really liked that man, and even sacrificed her dignity to keep his child

"Derek, you believe in me. The... The child is really yours..."

Meredith said, "Back then, I went to the MS Hotel to find evidence that Ava had an affair with the director, so I bought Nova's clothes, but unfortunately, I was caught. After being drugged, I went to your room, and then..."

"This is really your child.”