Viscount Lady

“You are pregnant.” She heard a sound like a clear rip off. “Am I pregnant?” “Yes, you are pregnant.” Ingrid’s face turned white. The doctor calmly said that she was pregnant, pregnant, and pregnant several times, and each time Ingrid’s complexion got worse and worse. “Whose child is this ?” Ingrid asked the doctor like a fool. “How would I know that?” right. How will the doctor know who the father of the child in my womb is? But Ingrid didn’t know either. Who the hell is this kid’s father? “Pregnant?!” The stepmother, fearing that his father would fall when he will found out about it, decides with a sad expression on her face. “I can’t do anything for the family. I have no choi...