Chapter 93
I had a hunch that Christine was on the phone with Steven, and man, she was far from cooling down.
“Yeah, yeah, Margaret’s pregnant! Jane’s like Iron Man, immune to all poisons, already
been shot through the heart a thousand times, and you’re still trying to stab her in the back. Ha, fine then, just hope Bryant doesn’t live to regret it. Filling his house with other men’s children, serves him right!
Get lost, don’t expect me to help him talk to Jane. If Jane divorces him, I’d stand by her a hundred percent, no, two hundred percent!”
I took a deep breath, leaning against the wall as I settled on the window seat.
Pulling out my phone, I shot a message to Linda.
Linda replied almost instantly, “Jane, you found out, huh… Yeah, it happened the afternoon before yesterday. Mr. Ferguson’s father came personally to escort Ms. Ferguson to the CEO’s office.”
“I’m so sorry, I’ve been trying to figure out how to tell you. How are things between you and Mr. Ferguson…?”
I swallowed the bitterness in my heart, preparing to reply when Christine suddenly burst through the door, putting on a carefree smile, “Jane, what are you up to? You’ve been cooped up here for days. Wanna go out for a walk?”
I immediately turned off my phone screen, “No, I want to get these competition drawings done as soon as possible.”
“Alright then.”
She flopped onto the bed, propping her head up with one hand as she watched me, “Well, you get to it then, I won’t disturb you.”
“Yeah, okay.”
I didn’t want her to sense anything was amiss, to spare her the worry.
As I stood to grab my drawing pad, a sudden sharp pain in my lower abdomen made me reach out instinctively, feeling something warm trickling down.
My face turned pale, and I rushed into the bathroom, only to see a smear of bright red on
nearly made me lose my balance.. my underwear tha
“Jare, what’s wrong?”
Christine, sensing something off, stood at the bathroom door asking.
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I opened the door, pale-faced and distraught, “I’m bleeding…”
“I’ll take you to the hospital!”
na to the
Christine made a swift decision, supporting me, “Don’t be scared, we’re going hospital now. Walk slowly, don’t rush.”
In a panic, we headed to the nearest medical facility, BlessedCare Medical Facility.
Upon arrival, the doctor immediately ordered an ultrasound.
Lying on the examination bed, I felt a surreal sense of losing grip on everything.
“Spread your legs a bit.”
“Put your hands in fists under your lower back.
Throughout the procedure, I complied like a puppet, setting aside all embarrassment.
“Please, my baby… Don’t leave me. You’re the only family I’ve got left. I’m begging you.” I cried inside my heart..
Suddenly, it dawned on me that it wasn’t just me giving life to the child in my womb, but its arrival had given me hope to keep living.
And now, that hope was at risk of being snatched away.
As the doctor removed the ultrasound probe, my heart nearly leapt out of my throat, struggling to find my voice. After what felt like an eternity, I finally managed to ask, “Doctor, my baby, is it still…?”
“It’s there, but the situation isn’t great. Take this report to the doctor.”
Hearing that, I felt an immense relief, though my heart couldn’t quite settle down. My lips dry, I whispered, “Okay, okay.”
As soon as I exited the examination room, Christine immediately came up to inquire about the situation.
As we prepared to see the doctor, the office was empty. A nurse informed us that the doctor was attending to an emergency case with a pregnant woman, so we had to register for an outpatient visit instead.
BlessedCare Medical Facility, despite being a private hospital, boasted some of the world’s top experts and state-of-the-art equipment. Its services and environment were unparalleled by public hospitals.