Oops! My Escort Is A Mafia Don - Chapter 77: Chapter 77

Dylan's face was stormy, his eyes blazing with anger, while Julian could barely contain his excitement.
Everyone around them stared at them in disbelief.
They thought, 'It makes sense for Dylan to be emotional when he heard that Olivia might be pregnant—he's her husband, after all. But what's with the other guy? Why's he so excited about someone else's wife being pregnant?'
And the more they watched, the more off it felt—something about Julian and Dylan's reactions just didn't sit right.
"Why do I feel like Dylan looks pissed?" someone whispered.
"Yeah, same here. You'd think he'd be happy his wife's pregnant, but he looks like he's about to explode," another echoed.
"And who's the other guy? He looks so excited—if one didn't know better, they'd think it was his wife who was pregnant..."
"I'm not sure who he is, but I saw him with Mr. Hebert Klein and the others earlier. Maybe he's a relative? The Klein family doesn't have many children, and now that Dylan's having one, I guess it makes sense he's happy for Dylan."
"He's so handsome, elegant, and dignified. His family must be something else to raise someone like that. I wonder if he's married. If not, I'd love to set him up with my daughter..."
Whispers rippled through the crowd.
But Julian and Dylan seemed completely oblivious. They just kept staring at Olivia, determined to get an answer.
Olivia's face went pale. Cold sweat trickled down her back, and her heart felt like it had stopped.
She was barely five weeks pregnant. And just over two weeks ago, she'd still been with Julian.
If someone checked and confirmed she was pregnant—especially with the estimated conception date—Julian would definitely realize the baby was his. With his background, there was no way he'd allow his child to be raised outside his reach.
She couldn't let Julian ruin her plans.
Olivia tried to pull her hands back, but both men had a firm grip on her—especially Dylan, who was practically crushing her wrist. Her palm was already red and swollen from the pressure.
Forcing herself to stay calm, Olivia managed a smile and tried to sound casual. "My stomach's acting up, and I didn't sleep well last night, so I feel a bit nauseous.
"I'm not pregnant. I'll be fine after a couple of days' rest—no need to see a doctor," she said.
Someone nearby immediately chimed in, "That doesn't seem like a stomach problem. If it were, you'd only feel sick when brushing your teeth or eating something. But you're getting nauseous just from smells—that seems a lot more like morning sickness."
"Trust me, I've had two kids—this is exactly what morning sickness looks like," someone else said.
"You and Dylan have been married for years. It's perfectly normal for you to be pregnant. Why don't you let Mr. Melton take a look? He's a well-known traditional medicine doctor. Even if it's just your stomach, he can still prescribe something to help."
"It's perfectly normal for younger women to miss the signs. When I was pregnant with my first, I kept dozing off everywhere.
"I thought I was just feeling lightheaded and took medicine without checking with a doctor. In the end, I lost the baby. Don't make the same mistake I did."
No one suspected that Olivia was trying to hide her pregnancy or was too guilty to admit it. They just figured she was young and inexperienced, mistaking pregnancy symptoms for something else.
Then Herbert spoke up. "They're right. Just let Charlie check your pulse. Even if it's not a pregnancy, you clearly don't feel well, and you shouldn't brush it off.
"When you went upstairs earlier, saying you didn't feel good, I asked Charlie to stay a bit longer so he could check on you.
"Now that your symptoms are so obvious, and everyone's worried about you, just let him take a look. It'll give us all peace of mind."
Olivia was completely cornered—she didn't dare refuse at all.
Right now, everyone around her was simply showing concern. But if she kept refusing to be examined, they'd start to suspect that she felt guilty and didn't dare go through with the checkup.
Normally, if someone wasn't feeling well and a famous doctor offered to help, they would readily agree—unless they knew something shameful was going on and were scared of being exposed.
Olivia had no choice but to bite the bullet and nod. "Alright. Thank you, Charlie."