The sight of Celeste Grant made Jocelyn Grant's stomach churn.
"Celeste Grant."
She called out her name, her voice cold and her face contorted with fury.
Just seeing Celeste now brought back the memory of tumbling in the sheets with the man impersonating Morgan Quinn. A wave of nausea washed over her, and she felt the urge to vomit.
"URP…"
Seeing her reaction, Celeste Grant stroked her chin and chuckled. "Congratulations, congratulations. Looks like you're pregnant."
"What?"
Jocelyn Grant's expression soured.
"What nonsense are you spouting?"
She retorted, but panic flared in her heart. 'If I really am pregnant, it could only be from that time in the Secret Realm. No, impossible! How could I possibly be carrying that kind of man's child? It's too disgusting!'
At this thought, Jocelyn Grant immediately used Magic to scan her body. After confirming she wasn't pregnant, she relaxed. "Celeste Grant, I'm not pregnant at all."
"So you're not, so what? What's the big rush?"
