Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

Chapter 498

Chapter: 498

Perhaps Larry had harbored resentment from the start.

“You shouldn’t overthink things. Even if I’m not CEO of Blakely Group, I can still

comfortably provide for our child.”

Tyrone had amassed a substantial wealth and reputation during his tenure as CEO.

“Are you truly prepared to concede the CEO position to Larry? This is not mere conjecture.

Larry may well have orchestrated this. I’m aware you’ve always felt sorry for him, always

put up with him. But your appointment as CEO was Grandpa’s decision. You shouldn’t feel

obligated to step down.”

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Tyrone gently patted her shoulder, reassuring, “Don’t worry. I know what I’m doing. In this

game of interests, there are no permanent enemies, only everlasting interests. Those

directors only care about their gains, and if those get disrupted, they’ll get restless.

They’1L back whoever can bring them benefits. Being CEO of Blakely Group isn’t for

everyone.”

Sabrina shot him a look. “But what if Larry succeeds in running Blakely Group?”

“Then I will concede defeat.”

Tyrone’s unmistakable grit assured Sabrina he was not backing down without a fight.

Tyrone placed a hand on her stomach, whispering, “Any signs of baby movements yet?”

She shook her head. “Not yet.”

“We should have a check-up tomorrow,” Tyrone suggested.

He recalled something he read in a book. It mentioned that during the seventeenth week

of pregnancy, those who experienced fetal movement had a miscarriage rate of only 3%,

while those without fetal movement faced a high rate of 98%. Even if there was a

threatened miscarriage, having fetal movement increased the chances of the baby safely

surviving by 90%.

Sabrina had reached the eighteen-week mark of her pregnancy, yet there was still no sign

of fetal movement.

The last doctor’s visit had hinted at a risky pregnancy, so it was crucial to confirm the

baby’s well-being.

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It was probably best for her to have a checkup.

After all, it was their first child.

“Alright,” Sabrina agreed.

Just then, Tyrone’s phone rang.

Glancing at the caller ID, he saw it was his grandmother.

A sudden uneasy feeling washed over him as he said to Sabrina, “I need to take this call.”

“Okay.”

Stepping out of the master bedroom and onto the terrace, he greeted,

“Hello, Grandma.”

“Tyrone, rush to the hospital. Your grandfather is in critical condition.”