Trapped I can't escape from the Billionaire

Since earlier, Letta had been waiting in the waiting room before her name was finally called. While holding her stomach, which was starting to feel better though still painful, Letta hoped that nothing bad would happen to her and her unborn baby. However, Letta's attention was interrupted when suddenly a teenager in complete school uniform shouted not far from the hallway where she was.

"I don't want to, because I already said I'm fine," she said, making Letta slightly furrow her brow as she saw the straight back that was now facing her. Somehow, it felt very familiar, but the next moment, Letta tried to dismiss the thought. "Even my mother doesn't care, so what's the point of bothering to bring me here," were the words of the teenager that Letta overheard, causing her to finally ignore the argument between the two and choose to check her phone, trying to contact her friend.

"Mia, can I crash at your apartment tonight?" was the short message Letta sent to her friend, then she put her phone back down. Letta was slightly surprised when suddenly the schoolgirl sat down next to her with a furrowed face. Letta didn't know why the schoolgirl had to sit in the same room as her, when she was waiting to be examined for her pregnancy. "Ah, maybe she has some issues with her internal organs or something," thought Letta, trying not to think negatively. Nevertheless, Letta continued to observe the girl's abdomen, which seemed to be noticed by the teenager.

"What are you looking at, Auntie? Do you think I'm pregnant?" she said in a firm and cold tone, making Letta slightly remember someone who also had the same tone when talking to her. "No, I was just..." Letta stopped, surprised that the teenager had just called her 'aunt.'

"Come on. Does the doctor only examine pregnant people here?" she continued, ignoring Letta's scrutinizing gaze. Finally, the teenager moved several seats away from Letta.

"Typical adults, always having narrow-minded thoughts. Why bother checking me in a place like this? I'm perfectly fine," the teenager muttered, still audible to Letta, making her choose not to have any issues with the teenager whose emotions seemed to be erupting.

Eventually, Letta tried to stand up because her turn might be called soon. Letta chose to go to the bathroom first until someone accidentally bumped into her shoulder, almost making Letta sit back down. However, Letta felt a large hand now embracing her waist, making her tilt her head slightly, and the next moment her eyes widened when she saw the familiar sharp gaze in front of her. Letta immediately pushed the man.

"You," Letta said, covering her mouth, puzzled about how she could meet this man in a situation like this.

"What are you doing here?" Marco asked, inspecting Letta's appearance, making Letta quickly shake her head.

"I just dropped by," Letta said, unsure of how to answer Marco's question. Marco then looked at the room in front of him, clearly labeled 'obstetrician.'

"You say you just dropped by. Maybe I would believe that if you were in a restaurant or cafe, but this is a hospital. How can you say you just dropped by this hospital?" Marco said, making Letta curse herself. Their attention was then diverted when suddenly the teenager stood between them.

"Uncle, do you know her?" the teenager said suddenly, making Letta also slightly surprised. It turned out that was what made Letta feel familiar all this time. Their way of speaking was the same; they both had a very dominant style in conversation.

"Yes, I just stopped by here. So, excuse me, I have to leave immediately," Letta said, making Marco unable to just let her go. Marco clearly knew that Letta had been waiting in the waiting room to be examined, making Marco immediately grab Letta's arm.

"Are you going to have a pregnancy checkup?" Marco asked again, making Letta widen her eyes.

"Why would I have a pregnancy checkup? I'm not pregnant," Letta answered, denying it with a panicked expression, making Marco furrow his brow.

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"I don't believe you," Marco said.

"That's up to you. I'm not going to force you to believe me either. So, excuse me, I have to leave immediately," Letta said, but just as she was about to release Marco's grip, a nurse suddenly emerged and called her name. "Miss Letta Leticia," the nurse said, making Letta widen her eyes, while Marco looked towards the nurse.

"Isn't that your name?" Marco said, making Letta immediately shake her head, but the nurse called her name again.

"For Miss Letta Leticia, please come in," the nurse said, making Marco once again look at Letta with a suspicious gaze.

"I may not know your full name, but I'm sure you're called Letta," Marco said, making Letta fall silent.

Actually, Letta could have run away, but for some reason, the pain returned to her stomach. The nurse called Letta's name for the third time, making Letta finally raise her hand.

"I, nurse... I'll go in now," Letta said, making the nurse nod before entering the room. Letta then let go of Marco's grip and was about to enter the room, but her steps halted when Marco suddenly followed her.

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"What are you doing? Are you following me?" Letta asked, making Marco fold his arms again.

"Of course, I need to know your condition, and you also need to explain. Why did you have to lie about your pregnancy?" Marco said again, making Letta close her eyes. It seemed there was no other way for her to maintain the lie she had been covering up.

"Is it that only those who register with this doctor are here for pregnancy checkups? Isn't the teenager you brought also going to be examined in this room? What's her problem?" Letta asked, making Marco look at his niece. "She's my niece, and it's a different story from you. She does have some issues with her body, but you're different," Marco said again, making Letta look at him while guarding her dignity.

"Different how? I'm also going to have my body checked. So, it's better if you don't need to follow me, because you're nobody," Letta said, about to turn around. However, Marco immediately stepped ahead of Letta and entered the room, making Letta really want to grab the man with all her might and give him a slap. At least that could make her feel a little relieved.

"Your saga ends here, Letta," Letta murmured, finally resigned to enter and follow Marco to confirm her pregnancy.