Goodbye, Ex-husband! I'm Pregnant with Your Uncle's Child!-Chapter 57 - I’m Pregnant, What Should I Do

Noah rubbed his forehead, unable to make sense of it.

Why would Arabella want someone to hit Julia Land?

It could also be someone using the photograph to set him up.

After leaving the Quarter Family office, Arabella Shaw got into her car and pressed the button to raise the partition.

Her gaze instantly turned cold as she picked up the photograph in her hand.

No, she couldn’t just sit back and wait.

Narrowing her eyes, Arabella lowered the partition and ordered, “Go to the Sincere Heart Community Building.”

That was where Julia Land lived.

Julia hadn’t gone to work that day.

In the deal between Noah and Thomas Sullivan, only a fool wouldn’t know what to choose.

When Julia received a call from Arabella, she was eating.

The moment she heard Arabella’s voice, her appetite vanished.

“Julia Land, I’m downstairs at Sincere Heart right now; let’s talk,” Arabella said.

“We’re not exactly close, are we?

What’s there to talk about?” Julia asked nonchalantly, strolling toward the balcony, just as Arabella happened to look up.

“It’s about the car accident; I want to tell you something,” Arabella said softly, with a slight upturn to her lips.

Julia’s fingers gripped the railing, tightening until they turned pale, and said softly, “Fine.”

She hung up, went back inside to change her clothes, and went downstairs.

Seeing the approaching woman, Arabella’s heart filled with silent hate as she watched her in a crop top and flared pants, her slender waist and pert buttocks moving lazily yet enticingly—a reminder that men are visual creatures.

“So tell me, what do you want to tell me about the car accident?” Julia asked, standing a bit taller than Arabella, giving her a sense of looking down on her.

“Are you sure you want to talk about it here?”

There was a park near the Sincere Heart Community Building, and Julia led them there.

There weren’t many people around at the time; everyone was at work or at school.

The elderly usually visited the park in the morning or in the evening.

Julia sat down on a bench and said, “Can you talk now?”

Arabella took a photograph from her purse and handed it to Julia.

Julia looked at the photograph, trying hard to control the rage burning inside her, and asked with lifted eyebrows and a lazy tone, “What’s the meaning of giving me just a photograph?”

Arabella feigned a sudden realization and said, “Oh sorry, I forgot you lost your memory.”

She took out her phone, found the news about the car accident, and showed Julia the photos in the news article.

The gore was overwhelming.

Julia, staring at the puddle of blood on the ground in the photograph, grew colder, “What do you mean?”

Arabella kept her eyes on Julia, having always suspected that Julia hadn’t truly lost her memory.

But up to this point, she hadn’t seen Julia react violently to anything.

“The drunk driver who hit you was the man in the photograph you’re holding.

We were at the scene of the accident and saw the driver’s face,” Arabella said.

Usually, with such accidents, if the driver dies on the spot, the news will blur the face of the deceased or the bloodied areas.

“Violet was very brave that day; he saved you.

It’s just a shame that you lost your memory and forgot about him,” Arabella lamented.

Julia suddenly stood up and slapped Arabella across the face, hard.

The slap had a lot of force behind it.

Arabella was stunned, her ears still buzzing.

“Arabella Shaw, the girl in this photo is you, right?” Julia Land’s voice was deeply cold.

“You brought this photo to show me, are you trying to tell me that you were involved in that car accident?”

Arabella Shaw, covering her face, explained, “The accident has nothing to do with me.

I wanted to tell you that I don’t know this man.

That year, I went there to buy a violin for Noah, and someone just happened to take a picture of me asking this man for directions.”

“Is that so?

That’s quite a coincidence,” Julia Land said with a dark, sarcastic tone.

She had always known that Arabella Shaw was related to the car accident.

But there was no evidence.

Even with this photo, the police wouldn’t be able to use it as evidence.

So, ever since Julia woke from the accident, she had carried a hatred and intention to slowly strip away everything Arabella cared about.

She engineered a way to get close to Noah Quarter to throw Arabella into panic.

“Julia, I came here just wanting to clarify things with you, to explain that I truly don’t know this man,” Arabella Shaw pleaded weakly, covering her face again.

Noah Quarter received a call from the driver saying that Arabella Shaw wasn’t in the right state of mind when she went to see Julia, so he quickly came to find her.

Then he heard Arabella explaining to Julia.

Just as Julia was about to raise her hand to hit Arabella, Noah grabbed Julia’s wrist, “Julia, don’t hit people without cause.”

“Noah,” Arabella’s voice was tinged with sadness, “I just wanted to explain things to Julia in person.”

“Mm, I know, Arabella, you go back to the car and wait for me.” His eyes softened slightly.

Hearing his words, Arabella breathed a sigh of relief; her move had been the right one.

But Julia was no fool, and she immediately connected the dots about Noah suddenly wanting her to leave Dunmore City.

She knew Noah well; he was worried she would seek revenge on Arabella.

“Let go,” Julia struggled to suppress the thought of stabbing him and ending it all.

“Julia, this photo may be someone’s attempt to target me.

Arabella has no reason to send someone to hit you,” Noah let go of Julia’s wrist and explained indifferently.

Julia looked up at him, her gaze icy, “Why do you want me out of Dunmore City?”

Noah was silent in an instant.

“Noah Quarter, I only lost my memory, not my brain.

Courting you was the dumbest thing I’ve ever done.”

Julia dug her nails into her palm, her strategy from this period of time was disgusting not just to Arabella but to herself as well.

A dog of a man, a cheap woman, perfect for each other.

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Who was the good Samaritan that found this photo?

“I’m not leaving Dunmore City.”

Noah watched Julia’s cold departing figure, frowning slightly, feeling vaguely uneasy, as if he was losing something.

**

James Thompson just came out of the operating room when he received a call from his subordinate.

Arabella Shaw had gone to Julia Land with that photo, and Noah Quarter had gone too.

He listened to his subordinate’s report, raising an eyebrow indifferently.

Arabella was quite capable, it seemed.

“Little Julia, where are you now?”

“Miss Land is in the mall, choosing a kitchen knife.”

“?”

James, without even taking off his lab coat, left the hospital and got into his car to find Julia.

Choosing a kitchen knife at this time?

Halfway to the mall, Chloe Sullivan called him.

“Brother Thompson, can you come over now?”

Chloe’s voice didn’t sound right.

James’s voice was calm, “I’m busy right now.”

Crying could be heard on the other end of the phone, causing James to frown.

“I…

I’m pregnant, what should I do?”