I Was the Stepping Stone novel Chapter 98

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She married Tristian Eldred five years ago, and everyone said he doted on her to the core, willing to give her

even his life.

But because she was unable to get pregnant, her in-laws went from nagging to pressuring.

The man who promised to protect her for a lifetime on their wedding day shed tears.

“Goodbye, I couldn’t hold on any longer.”

Men’s promises used to be so short.

Less than two months had passed when she saw him carefully supporting a pregnant woman, appearing in

the obstetrics department.

After my baby grows up, he will definitely look a lot like his father, with sword-like eyebrows, starry eyes, and a handsome and elegant appearance. Maybe even the corners of his eyes will be the same as his father’s,

with a red birthmark.

The boastful female voice was particularly grating in the quiet corridor, causing others to turn their heads, and Emerson Harford couldn’t help but glance at the person as well.

The other person wore a mask, and their eyes were filled with an undeniable sense of pride.

Listening to the woman’s description of her baby growing up, Emerson couldn’t help but think of another person, her husband of five years, the famous Tristian.

There was also a red birthmark at the corner of his eye.

Just as she was about to approach and ask a question, the announcement called out her name.

Across the table, the doctor, holding her examination report, had a serious expression on his face, causing Emerson to clench her hands tightly together. Her heart felt as if it were being suffocated by a large hand.

I don’t know how long it had been, when the doctor’s verdict rang in her ears. “Ms. Harford, all your current

physical indicators are normal.”

“As for why you have been unable to conceive for so many years, we are not sure. Perhaps further

examinations can be done…”

Emerson couldn’t hear anything else the doctor said.

Her mind was filled with the thought that her body was normal, but for so many years, she just couldn’t get

pregnant.

Emerson, who had just left the clinic, sat dazedly on a nearby chair, looking at the examination report in front

of him.

Tears dropped one by one, slowly soaking the paper.

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She and Tristian grew up together since they were young.

Everyone in the circle knew that she was the apple of his eye, an untouchable presence.

When Emerson was seventeen, he called her under the sycamore tree. Blushing in the moonlight, he took out

the hundreds of love letters he had written over the years and clumsily confessed his feelings to her.

Emerson had just turned twenty when the day of legal marriage age arrived. He couldn’t wait and proposed to

her immediately, saying, “Emerson, I’m afraid that if I wait a little longer, someone else will snatch you away.”

Because she didn’t like being in the spotlight, and because he wanted to protect her well, their wedding

reception only invited close friends and family, and very few people outside knew about it.

But this did not affect Tristian’s love for her.

Especially when she found out that she had been unable to conceive, he consistently comforted her, taking

the blame upon himself.

Even more so when her in-laws oppressed her, he stood firmly in front of her, with a cold face, saying that he

didn’t want children. If they continued to pressure her, he would give up his position as the heir.

Emerson was both moved and filled with guilt. In order to conceive a child sooner, she started trying various

folk remedies.

Finally, she became a frequent visitor to the hospital’s gynecology department.

But five years passed, and there was still no news about her pregnancy.

She walked out of the hospital and took out her phone, wanting to call Tristian.

She really wanted to see him now and have him hold her.

But suddenly, he remembered that he was still working, so he put away his phone and decided to take a taxi to the company to find him.

As Emerson entered the company, he immediately noticed a man ahead of him who looked a lot like Tristian. The man was carefully assisting a pregnant woman up the stairs.

“Tristian…”

She tentatively called out, and Tristian instinctively turned his head.

He saw her and his body slightly stiffened. He quickly said something to the woman next to him. After the woman left, he went down the stairs and walked in front of her, blocking her line of sight.

Emerson couldn’t help but wonder in his mind why he was so nervous.

“Who was that just now?”

Tristian remained calm, “He was just a passerby who, upon seeing that she was pregnant and in need, simply

lent her a helping hand.”

From a young age, Tristian had a strong sense of boundaries and never touched any woman other than her.

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Even the secretaries in the company were all men.

In the circle, he was still known as a wife slave, and he didn’t feel ashamed. He admitted openly, “Yes, I am a

wife slave. Except for Emerson, I am allergic to all women.”

How could someone who is so indifferent to other women reach out to comfort a pregnant woman?

But her confusion was quickly interrupted by Tristian, “By the way, what did the doctor say in the examination

report?”

Her eyes flickered with disappointment, and the grievance that she had just managed to suppress resurfaced

in her heart. The corners of her eyes began to moisten again.

He instantly realized something and reached out to embrace her in his arms, gently patting her back to

comfort her, saying, “There, there, it’s alright.”

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