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Seeing me standing there motionless, Kenneth frowned impatiently and yanked me in front of Dorothy.

"I managed to convince Dorothy to make a house call for you. Go prepare some treats for her, and let her know what exactly is the problem so she can help."

Kenneth looked at Dorothy with such tenderness as if he couldn't wait to be a loyal puppy following right at her heels, wagging his tail.

I felt a chill run down my spine.

Feigning obedience, I looked down and went to the kitchen to brew some coffee and prepare a delicate fruit platter.

I sat beside Dorothy after returning back to the livingroom.

"Dorothy, I've been having terrible belly pains recently. It's been so bad I couldn't even go to work. Could you take a look?"

Dorothy couldn't even bother to make eye contact with me. She just asked her questions without caring.

"Besides the pain, do you have any other symptoms?" she asked coolly.

I quickly added, "I've also been vomiting nonstop. My belly hurts, and I feel nauseous all the time!"

After Dorothy listened, she stared at me with a firm and confident expression.

"You're pregnant!

"The baby moves in your belly, that's why you feel the pain. And the vomiting is just normal morning sickness for pregnant women.

"I'll prescribe some prenatal vitamins. Make sure you take good rests and always take the pills on time."

The viewers in the livestream started congratulating Kenneth and me.

But Kenneth, after reading the comments, scowled as his expression darkened.

"I'm a very traditional man. I swore I wouldn't have sex with you until the wedding night.

"Eugenie Wilson, how could you be pregnant when we didn't even f*ck?!

"The only explantion is- you're a f*cking cheater. You had sex with another man and got pregnant with a bastard child!"

He sounded indignant, but I caught the unmistakable gleam of excitement in his eyes.

Now that Dorothy was back from abroad, Kenneth couldn't wait to sever ties with me.

The comments flooded the chat again, but this time, they were all accusing me of being promiscuous.

Just like in my previous life, the online backlash was relentless.

Dorothy frowned slightly, taking my hand as she spoke earnestly.

"Regardless of who the father is, the baby is innocent. As a doctor myself, I can't stand irresponsible mothers."

"I'll give you some prenatal supplements. Just promise me you'll bring the baby to term safely."

Her words were a trap, leaving me with no way out.

First, she falsely claimed I was pregnant. With Kenneth's corroboration, it was confirmed that the child wasn't his.

Then, in front of countless viewers, she urged me to take responsibility for this imaginary child.

I was now a promiscuous woman to the audience, and Dorothy was the benevolent doctor showing me sympathy.

Even if I produced medical proof showing I wasn't pregnant, they'd accuse me of secretly getting an abortion out of guilt.

No matter how I tried to explain, I'd never clear my name.

Dorothy's livestream quickly gained massive traction, catapulting her to the platform's front page.

With the public frenzy now at its peak, I looked up at them both.

Putting on an innocent face, I asked, "Pregnant? How could I be pregnant?

"Dorothy, aren't you the famed Gynae Expert? Can't you tell I'm still a virgin?"