The Heir And The Servent Started From A Bet novel Chapter 149

Chapter 149

“When last did you see your period?”

Mia blinked. The question hit her like a cold slap. She didn’t expect it, not at all.

That’s the last thing she expected anyone to ask her.

Her fingers tightened around the cup of water she was holding.

She could feel her mom’s eyes on her….sharp, quiet, she was probably not blinking.

The room suddenly felt too bright, too still, like time itself was also holding its breath.

Mia wanted to laugh. For some reason, her brain told her to laugh it off like it was ridiculous. Like this was some silly assumption her mom was making because she looked tired or maybe moody.

But she couldn’t laugh. Her lips didn’t even twitch. Instead, her heart dropped so fast it left a hollow ache in her chest. Her fingers trembled slightly, and her mouth went dry.

It’s just delayed, right?

That’s what she had been telling herself. Over and over again. She’d even googled it while at that hotel “Can stress delay your period?” she had found articles that said yes. So she clung to that answer like it was the only truth.

But now, standing in their new kitchen in their beautiful five bedroom apartment that smelled of fresh paint, new furniture and new beginnings, Mia couldn’t lie to herself anymore.

She hadn’t seen her period in over. three weeks.

“It’s delayed, Mom,” she said quietly, forcing a smile. “I’ve just been stressed.”

Her mom didn’t respond at first. She just kept looking at her. Her expression wasn’t angry or even disappointed, It was… unreadable. That made it worse. Mia couldn’t tell what she was thinking. Couldn’t prepare herself.

Her mother’s gaze slowly moved from her face to the cup in her hand and then back again. She shook her head slightly.

“Go get dressed,” her mom said calmly.

Mia blinked. “What? Why?”

“We’re going to the hospital. Go get dressed.”

Panic flooded Mia. Her breath quickened, and she set the cup down too fast. It clinked loudly on the counter.

“What? No, Mom, come on. Just trust me-it’s just a little delay,” she said, voice high and shaky, trying to sound casual but failing completely.

Her mother didn’t budge. “How much of a delay are we talking about here?”

Mia opened her mouth but nothing came out.

She couldn’t say it. She couldn’t say that it had been three weeks. Maybe four. She wasn’t even sure anymore. She had been trying not to think about it.

She’d brushed it off at first, convinced it would come the next day. Then a week passed. Then they got thrown out of

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Willowcrest.

Plus she had been tired and distracted. But somewhere deep down, her head was telling her something she didn’t want to ever believe.

“I don’t know,” she whispered, eyes falling to the floor.

“Mia,” her mother said, voice steady. “Do you want to find out here and manage the situation or do you want to find out when you get to school?”

And just like that, all the fight left Mia’s body.

Her shoulders sagged. Her chest tightened. She wanted to be anywhere but here. Her eyes burned with unshed tears, but she didn’t cry. She couldn’t.

She looked up at her mom slowly.

“Mom,” she whispered, voice filled with fear.

Her mother’s eyes softened immediately. She reached forward and held Mia’s hand, her thumb brushing over her skin in a calm familiar way.

“It’s okay,” her mom said softly. “Maybe it really is nothing. But let’s find out. Just to be sure.”

Mia nodded slowly.

She didn’t speak after that. She went upstairs to change, her hands shaking slightly as she picked out a loose shirt and jeans. She barely remembered brushing her hair or putting on her shoes. Her mind was in a fog. Her body moved on autopilot.

Downstairs, her mom was already waiting.

No one else in the house knew what was happening and it was better that way, at least for now.

It was just the two of them.

They get a cab heading straight to the hospital.

Mia stared out the window. She watched the people outside walking, laughing, carrying shopping bags and drinking cold sodas. Life was moving. Everything was normal. But she felt like she was drowning.

She couldn’t stop thinking.

This can’t be happening to her, god please don’t let this happen.

This can’t be ….

It isn’t… it’s not

What if?

No. No. It’s just stress.

Right?

They reached the hospital. Mia’s heart raced the moment they pulled into the parking lot. Her hands felt clammy.

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Chapter 149

She stops walking the moment they come down from the cab.

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