Your First Love is Pregnant? I'm Done Being Mrs. Hawthorne!

###Chapter 76: Finding a Doctor in Secret

A bead of sweat broke out on Nina Wainwright’s back. She kept her eyes lowered, her gaze flicking around before she whispered, "If you don’t like it, I won’t consider it anymore."

"Really?" Zachary Hawthorne leaned closer, a hint of a smile in his voice. "You’re not hiding anything from me, are you?"

Nina Wainwright’s throat bobbed, but she quickly looked up at Zachary Hawthorne. "Why do you always suspect me? What on earth do you think I’m hiding from you?!"

"Who knows with you," Zachary Hawthorne murmured. "You say you’re not feeling well, but when I tell you to go to the hospital, you refuse... Are you really sick, or is there some other reason you can’t dance and can’t go to the hospital?"

Nina Wainwright shoved him away and sat up. "I have health problems from taking birth control pills, alright?! Do you have to trample my dignity into the ground before you’ll believe a word I say?!"

"What kind of problems, exactly?" Zachary Hawthorne sat up, gripping her shoulders, his expression grave. "You’re infertile now? Or is there some other issue down there? Let me see."

As he spoke, he tried to push Nina Wainwright back onto the bed.

Nina Wainwright struggled free, exasperated. "Zachary Hawthorne, can you stop this? I’ll go to the hospital when the time is right."

"So you’re angry with me because you’re infertile now?" Zachary Hawthorne asked, his face full of suspicion.

"If I’m infertile, isn’t that exactly what you wanted?" Nina Wainwright retorted. She pulled the covers over herself and lay down. "I have to work tomorrow. Don’t say another word."

Zachary Hawthorne lay down, watching her back.

After a long silence, he finally said, "It doesn’t matter if you can’t have children. In fact, since you’re infertile, staying married to me is the right move. No other man would want a woman who can’t bear children."

Nina Wainwright gripped the blanket tighter.

Even now, he was using something like this to threaten her.

Nina Wainwright’s lips twisted into a self-mocking smile. "I’m not the kind of person who can’t live without a man."

"Is that so?" Zachary Hawthorne asked mockingly. "You might be able to live, but what about your parents?"

Nina Wainwright didn’t answer him.

’Zachary Hawthorne is doing this on purpose. What good does provoking me do him?’

Constantly reminding herself not to get worked up for the baby’s sake, Nina Wainwright decided not to speak. She just closed her eyes and tried to rest.

Before long, exhaustion took over and Nina Wainwright fell asleep.

Zachary Hawthorne slipped out from under the covers and went into the hallway. He took out a cigarette, lit it, and took a deep drag.

After finishing his cigarette, he returned to the bedroom. He glanced at Nina Wainwright sleeping on the bed, then picked up his phone and went into the bathroom.

He dialed Silas Sinclair’s number. Once the call connected, he said coldly, "Find a doctor who specializes in infertility. And tell them it’s a result of taking birth control pills."

Silas Sinclair was taken aback for a moment but quickly agreed.

"Just find one for now, and keep it quiet. I’ll let you know when I need them," Zachary Hawthorne said before hanging up.

He had never paid much attention back when Nina was taking the pills. The love he’d professed then hadn’t been that deep...

The next morning, Nina Wainwright woke up early. After getting ready, she was surprised to see Zachary Hawthorne still in bed.

’It’s almost seven-thirty, and he’s still asleep?’

’He managed to stay away from Luna Sterling all night.’

Nina Wainwright slung her bag over her shoulder and prepared to leave.

Just as she was opening the door, Zachary Hawthorne rolled over and spoke, his voice hoarse, "Nina, heading to work?"

"Yeah," Nina Wainwright replied.

"Where do you work?" he asked.

Nina Wainwright turned. Seeing that his eyes were already clear and alert, she answered honestly, "At a bar, learning bartending."

Zachary Hawthorne frowned. "Why do you always pick places like that?"

"I want to learn bartending. Is there a problem with that? I don’t want to argue with you this morning. If you don’t like it, just pretend you don’t know," she said, then left the room and pulled the door closed.

Downstairs, Nina Wainwright saw a maid about to speak and quickly cut in, "No need to prepare breakfast for me."

She was afraid that if she stayed for a while to eat, Zachary Hawthorne would come down and start trouble with her.

’The Hawthorne Family is huge and influential. He sits in a bright, spotless office all day. Of course he looks down on the work of common laborers.’

’He’s so high and mighty, thinking that service jobs are inferior.’

Nina Wainwright couldn’t help but think of Leo Larkin.

’I don’t know about his family background, but he’s handsome enough to be a celebrity, yet he still performs his regular job with the utmost professionalism.’

After grabbing a quick bite outside, Nina Wainwright arrived at The Moonlight Tavern to find it completely empty, as it was still very early.

Leo Larkin was arranging glasses. Seeing her come in, he raised an eyebrow. "This early?"

"I woke up early, so I just came on in," Nina Wainwright said, taking her bag off her shoulder. She asked a bit sheepishly, "Where can I put this?"

"Follow me." Leo Larkin came out from behind the bar.

He led her to the staff break area in the back. "Just find an empty locker," he said. "No one will take your stuff. Besides, there are cameras."

Nina Wainwright chose one of the lockers and turned to face him.

"Not many people work during the day, so I’ll be the one teaching you. If you have trouble remembering things, you should write them down in a notebook... In fact, I recommend it. Bartending seems simple, but it’s actually very complex, with a lot to memorize," Leo Larkin said calmly.

’Beneath his cold exterior, he has a kind heart.’

Nina Wainwright nodded eagerly. "Okay."

Leo Larkin started by teaching her to identify the different liquors. The sheer variety was enough to make Nina Wainwright’s head spin.

All morning, she diligently wrote down liquor brands, flavors, proofs, origins, and more. She filled half the notebook she had bought, and her hand felt like it was about to break.

They continued after lunch.

After her eight hours were up, the bar started to get busy.

Seeing the customers trickling in, Nina Wainwright felt it would be wrong to linger and get in the way of the other staff. She went to the back room, grabbed her bag, and left.

When Leo Larkin had a free moment, he noticed Nina Wainwright was gone.

"She left," said the girl mixing drinks beside him.

"Yeah. I’m going out of town tomorrow. You can train her for the next two days. I’ll give you a raise," Leo Larkin said.

"Seriously? When have you ever seen me get up at seven in the morning?" the girl said unhappily. "You’re just trying to make my life difficult, aren’t you?"

To be honest, she rather disliked Nina Wainwright.

But since Nina was Catherine Grant’s friend, she didn’t let it show. Besides, their shifts didn’t overlap, so she figured she could put up with it.

’Who needs a bartender during the day, anyway? She’s clearly just here to coast and collect a paycheck.’

’Back when she worked at her uncle’s place, she acted like some pampered princess. She wants the money, but she also expects everyone to wait on her hand and foot. It’s so infuriating.’

"I’m asking you to train her for two days," Leo Larkin repeated, his voice turning cold.

The girl glared at him. "And why should I?!"

"Because she’s Catherine Grant’s friend! And because I’m the boss here. Are you saying I can’t even assign you a task?!" Leo Larkin’s face darkened, his tone icy.

The girl’s face twisted with resentment, but she fell silent.

Seeing how unwilling she was, Leo Larkin knew she wouldn’t teach Nina properly. "Forget it," he said. "I can’t count on you. I’ll handle it myself."

"Are we that short-staffed?" the girl muttered under her breath, clearly displeased.