Fate's Dark Side Chapter 137

We arrived at the estate, and I was eager to see Sylvester, but none of them was home; neither he nor Marcel nor Theodore.

Linda came to receive us, and we went to my room. By then, it was evident that I was ill.

"What happened to her?" I heard Linda ask Avery while she used a cold towel to bring down my temperature.

"She was sick before we left, but it took a turn for the worse last night," Avery said, and Linda was worried.

"Please, get better because Stephanie is back, and she is a terrible bitch now. She has taken over the estate, and Sylvester does not even care," she said, and I heaved.

I was in no physical condition to banter with anyone.

"Call Sylvester on the phone, tell him to send a doctor," Avery ordered Linda, and Linda took out her phone and placed a call to Sylvester. It seemed like he did not pick so she called another number.

"Darling," She said, and I knew it was Theodore.

"Avery and Tamia are back. Please tell alpha to send a doctor; Tamia isn't feeling well," She said, and he said something and hung up.

"Sylvester is in a meeting, so he said he would send a doctor instead and tell Sylvester once he is through with the meeting.

"He should tell him now. She needs him," Avery yelled at Linda, and Linda shook, wondering why the urgency.

She called back and insisted that he tell Sylvester immediately that it was a serious matter.

"He said okay," She said, and Avery and Linda led me to the bathroom and made me get into the bathtub filled with cold water.

"I will add ice to it now to crash your temperature; the doctor is on the way," She said, and I nodded.

I could pick up every scent in the room. It was nauseating.

Soon, the doctor arrived, and I was carried to the room and placed on the bed. Sylvester came immediately and ran to my bedside.

He looked worried and scared.

"What is going on?" he asked, and I could hear the fear in his voice. I wish I could speak, but I was too sick to talk. He kissed my lips, then my cheek and my palm. I heard Knight growl, and I tried to smile so he would be at peace.

"The doctor just arrived. We hope he will tell us," Avery said, and Sylvester looked at me.

"Tamia, please stay with me," he said, and I nodded. So he would know I was still awake and okay, just feverish and nauseous.

I touched his hands and squeezed weakly.

He kissed me on the lips and forehead, and the doctor took some blood samples.

"How long has she been feeling this way?" The doctor asked, and Avery was too afraid to say how long in the presence of Sylvester so he would not be pissed, but she had no choice.

"Five days now," She said, and Sylvester exclaimed.

"She has been throwing up her food and eating much. She has also been burning up." Avery said, and the doctor nodded.

"Mood swings?" He asked, and Avery could not answer.

"I will need a sample of her urine for a quick test," he said, and Sylvester carried me to the toilet to pee into a cup so it could be used.

He was gentle and handled me with care. I knew he was afraid and was only trying to be strong.

I managed to pee, and he carried me back to bed.

He returned to the toilet to get my urine sample for the doctor.

I noticed the doctor put a strip in the cup and took it out.

He held the strip in his hands and waited, and soon the confusion in his eyes turned into a broad smile.

He looked at Sylvester and smiled,

"Congratulations, my Lord. Lady Tamia is pregnant,"