Chapter 643 - Six Hundred And Forty-Three: Kindness Was An Infection To Her Blood. (1/2)

The third point of view:

”Alright, you're having a healthy baby. Nothing seems to be wrong so far,” The ultrasound technician said to Isabella who rolled down her shirt and got up from the bed.

Today, she had an ultrasound to make sure the baby was alright. Her child would be a shocker to the whole family and of course, a great gift to Pedro.

A smile crossed her lips at the thought of releasing the news to Pedro on their wedding night. He would be delirious with joy.

”By the way,” Isabella began, ”Can you tell the sex of the baby?” She was curious.

Isabella was not prejudiced against any sex, but then she hated guesses and wanted to be sure. She loved orderliness and wanted to be prepared for any situation. Raising a baby was a huge job and she would take it seriously, there was no room for mistakes.

”Well,” The technician went through the scan saying, ”I'd say it's impossible to tell accurately since you're just six weeks into the pregnancy. The earliest time we can assess the baby's sex is at twelve weeks gestation by assessing the direction of the nub. Most babies look very similar, and I may not be able to tell accurately if you are carrying a boy or a girl, ”

”Oh,” Isabella nodded,” Is that so?”

”Why? Is anything wrong?” The woman asked out of concern. She had attended a lot of women and most were pressured into finding the sex of the baby by family members because they preferred a male child. She hoped Isabella was not going through the same situation.

But then, it wouldn't be surprising if that was the case since she hadn't seen Isabella with the father of the baby. Didn't the news say that she was engaged and about to get married or something?

”By the way?” She asked Isabella, ”Do you feel any discomfort in your body?”

”Discomfort?” Isabella asked back.

She went ahead to explain, ”Pregnancy brings a lot of changes to the body and some of them can be uncomfortable,”

”Well, aside from my messed up taste bud, I'm good and I'm sure I've got the other symptoms in control,” Isabella replied when she remembered something, ”Also...”

”Also?” The technician was curious.

Isabella pursed her lips, then said, ”I think I'm changing,”

”Huh?” The woman was confused.

”People look more attractive to me nowadays,”

”What?”

”I hate people,” Isabella saw the furrow on the woman's face and added immediately, ”I mean unnecessary people. I find friendship and social circle unnecessary, it's a waste of time and emotions on people who only end up stabbing you in the back afterward. However, lately, I find myself craving mundane companionship. Is this the pregnancy thing doing this to me? '' She was curious as hell because lately, it was almost as if she underwent a personality transplant. To say it's not shocking was an understatement, it frightened her. She wanted to go back to being the white witch.