The esteemed doctor gracefully enters his office, clutching the test results of the illustrious Claire. With poise and elegance, he returns to his seat, his gaze fixated upon Claire and her beloved Andrew, who are seated upon the plush chairs, eagerly awaiting the doctor’s words. A sense of curiosity fills the air as they wonder why the doctor remains silent. “Doctor!” Claire exclaims, her eyes locked onto the doctor’s, her voice filled with anticipation. “My esteemed husband and I have come here today to receive the results of our tests.
Pray, enlighten us with good news.” Alas, the doctor’s response shatters their hopes like fragile glass. “I deeply regret to inform you, madam, that the results indicate that you are unable to conceive and bear children of your own,” he utters, his voice laced with sympathy. In that moment, Claire’s world crumbles around her, her heart pounding in her chest. She gazes into the doctor’s eyes once more, knowing that his words hold the weight of truth.
Tears cascade down her cheeks as she turns her face away, her expression one of profound shock, her eyes seeking solace in the face of her beloved Andrew. “Doctor! Are you absolutely certain that these results belong to my wife?” Andrew inquired, tightly gripping his wife’s hand. The doctor nodded in response. “Yes, sir,” the doctor confirmed, leaving Claire in disbelief. Tears streamed down her face as she protested, “No, Doctor! This can’t be true. I can’t be infertile.” “I’m sorry, ma’am, but that is the reality.
If you don’t mind, I have other patients to attend to,” the doctor stated, rising from his chair. Andrew and Claire stood there, tears welling in her eyes, as the doctor and Andrew exchanged a handshake. Andrew then guided Claire out of the doctor’s office, where she continued to weep uncontrollably. Andrew gently wiped away her tears, attempting to console her. “Listen, baby, it’s going to be alright,” Andrew reassured her, but Claire’s tears persisted. “I can’t bear a child. I can’t give you the family we’ve always dreamed of.
I’m overwhelmed with guilt because I can’t fulfill this fundamental role. You must be so disappointed,” she sobbed, her heart heavy with sorrow. Andrew held her tightly, offering his unwavering support. “Darling, no matter what happens, I will always stand by your side. I love you, and right now, we need to focus on finding a solution,” he declared. Claire gazed at him, her eyes filled with gratitude, and embraced Andrew tightly. “I adore you,” she utters softly, her voice filled with affection. Andrew, ever the gentleman, tenderly wipes away her tears and escorts her out of the hospital.
They gracefully enter the luxurious car, and Andrew skillfully drives away, whisking them off to their next destination. An hour later, Chantel’s ears catch the distant sound of a car approaching, and she instinctively knows it is her employers, Claire and Andrew. She recalls Claire’s request to have her favorite dish prepared before returning from the hospital. Chantel, preoccupied with various household tasks, becomes anxious, fearing Claire’s potential outburst, as she often does. Nervousness courses through her veins.
Chantel, a young woman of merely 22 years, was cruelly expelled from her father’s home by her stepmother during her tender years. Her father, absent on a lengthy journey, was deceived by her stepmother’s lies about Chantel.
Having lost her mother at a young age, Chantel endured maltreatment and a nomadic existence, surviving from one street to another. Eventually, she blossomed into a resilient woman and secured a position as a maid in Claire and Andrew’s opulent residence.
As Claire and Andrew step into the house, Chantel notices the glistening tears in Claire’s eyes. Her mind races, pondering the cause of Claire’s distress. However, Chantel hesitates to inquire, fearing Claire’s wrath. Swiftly, she scurries to the kitchen, retrieving a crystal-clear glass of water for Claire. Returning to the living room, she approaches Claire, extending the glass towards her. “Madam Claire!” Chantel addresses her respectfully. Claire lifts her head, meeting Chantel’s gaze, yet fails to notice the offering of water.
In an instant, she unleashes her fury upon Chantel, her voice echoing through the room. “What’s wrong?” Claire asked angrily, causing Chantel to become scared. In a nervous gesture, Chantel raised the glass of water and looked into Claire’s eyes. “Oh, Ma’am Claire! I brought you a glass of water,” she said, her heart racing with fear that Claire might still yell at her. Andrew took the glass of water from Chantel and signaled for her to leave. Chantel left, wondering what could be the problem with Ma’am Claire. “Please calm down, baby. Take this glass of water and have a sip,” Andrew said. Claire took a small drink and accidentally dropped the glass. “Take me upstairs, baby,” she said, standing up from the couch. “Of course, baby,” he replied, leading her upstairs. Once they reached the bedroom, Claire sat on the bed, still crying. The television was on, playing an interesting movie about a billionaire’s wife who was unable to have children.
In the movie, the wife asked her sister to help her conceive by sleeping with her husband, all while keeping him unaware by drugging him. When the sister became pregnant, she had to pretend to be pregnant as well.
After giving birth, the sister would be paid off and flown out of the country, signing a contract to never return for the children. Claire had an idea, but she didn’t have a sister to ask for help. She thought of Chantel and became lost in her thoughts.
Andrew noticed and tapped her hand, startling Claire as she stared at him in fear. Andrew inquired, “What’s on your mind, my love?” Claire rose from the bed and gazed at her husband. “I was pondering a way for us to have a child,” she replied. Intrigued, Andrew urged her to share her thoughts.
As she approached him, Claire hesitated, fearing his reaction. “I was considering using Chantel to help us have a child,” she confessed. Andrew’s expression shifted as he realized she got the idea from a movie they had watched. “You can’t be serious, darling. Please tell me you’re joking,” he exclaimed, storming off to the bed in frustration. Claire followed him, insisting, “I truly believe in what I suggested. We’ve supported Chantel, an orphan, by providing her with shelter and a job.
Why can’t she assist us in return?” Andrew contemplated her proposal, recognizing the opportunity to have a biological child. “Your idea has merit, but I think it’s best if we keep this plan between us,” he suggested. Perplexed, Claire questioned his intentions. “What are you up to?” she asked. Andrew simply smiled and locked eyes with Claire.