Pregnancy Test

Charlotte's POV

When the middle-aged man with the white pillbox in his hand, dressed in a black suit, long, thin, pale-skinned, and shy, who introduced himself as Dr. Howard walked into my room, I suddenly thought of something very important: Liam didn't use birth control when he forced himself on me, and I didn't confirm if I was pregnant.

This fact caused me to break into a cold sweat. It would be best if I wasn't pregnant. But if I got pregnant, no matter who the father was, things would get ugly.

The most urgent thing now is a pregnancy test. Now I can't even get out of this room, and it's impossible to get a pregnancy test stick on my own. Currently, the only person best suited to do this for me is this male doctor. But what reason does he have to help me?

Dr. Howard came here to help me examine and treat the wounds on my body. His fingers are thin and long, and his nails are meticulously trimmed and groomed very cleanly. His hands used pliers, cotton swabs, and bandages with eas