Chapter 802: Chapter 802 I Can’t Give Birth_1
Cord blood refers to the blood that remains in the umbilical cord and placenta after a newborn’s umbilical cord has been clamped.
According to the latest dical discoveries, cord blood can treat many blood system diseases. However, a single unit of cord blood is only enough for one stem cell transplant for children under the age of 10. Even if Caitlin Carter gave birth to a child, the cord blood would not suffice, and they would still need to search the blood bank for other matching cord blood. Moreover, finding a suitable match is extrely difficult, as cord blood has higher compatibility requirents than bone marrow.
Old Mrs. Simonson clung to the idea of cord blood as if it were a lifeline, gripping Caitlin Carter’s shoulders and desperately shaking her, forcing her to have children.
Caitlin Carter sobbed uncontrollably, unable to utter a single word.
Christopher Simonson, unable to bear it any longer, yelled from the hospital bed, “It’s not her fault! I’m the one who doesn’t want children!”
Christopher Simonson had said such things before at ho.
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Whenever the family sat at the dining table and Old Mrs. Simonson began to lant about other people’s grandchildren and indirectly hinted at Caitlin Carter, Christopher Simonson would say they didn’t want children for the ti being.
Caitlin Carter felt grateful for her husband’s consideration, whereas Old Mrs. Simonson saw it as her son’s way of defending his wife.
Looking at her son, who was becoming increasingly emaciated on the hospital bed, Old Mrs. Simonson cried, “It was one thing that you didn’t want children before, but what about now? You unfilial son! Do you want to see us white-haired folks send off soone with black hair? Do you want to end the Simonson line?”
Christopher Simonson closed his eyes in defeat, “I can’t have children.”
Old Mrs. Simonson was stunned and after a mont, she rushed to the bedside to ask him, “What do you an you can’t have children?! You’re perfectly healthy, how could you not have children?! Ah?!”
“I had a vasectomy,” Christopher Simonson said. “After redith Richards left, I went out of town for a few days. You thought I was going to clear my head, but in fact, I was getting surgery.”
Both won in the hospital room were dumbfounded.
Caitlin Carter looked at Christopher Simonson in disbelief. After so many years of not being able to conceive, she had thought it was just their misfortune, never imagining he had undergone sterilization surgery so long ago!
Old Mrs. Simonson’s face turned pale, and she trembled as if she couldn’t catch her breath.
Suddenly, she raised her hand and slapped Christopher Simonson across the face!
The slap was delivered with all her strength! A red mark imdiately appeared on Christopher Simonson’s cheek.
Just then, Old Master Simonson and the primary doctor entered the room.
Old Mrs. Simonson, trembling, pointed at Christopher Simonson on the bed and turned to Old Master Simonson, exclaiming, “Look at your fine son, he must be holding a grudge against ! He is doing this to retaliate against !!!”
The doctor, not wanting to get involved in family matters, could only remind Old Master Simonson, “No matter what the issue is, the pressing matter is to provide Mr. President with the best dical conditions.”
Once the doctor left and the door was closed, Old Master Simonson, having understood the full story, also had his face darken.
So people express their anger outwardly, like Old Mrs. Simonson who cried and scread, but others are the opposite, like dark rain clouds before a storm, accumulating layer upon layer until they reach a breaking point.
“What were you thinking?” Old Master Simonson asked his son.
“I wasn’t thinking of retaliating against anyone, I simply didn’t want children,” Christopher Simonson said calmly. “I had no confidence in being a qualified father, and I didn’t want my child to live like a puppet on strings, so I had the surgery.”
Old Master Simonson sneered, “A puppet on strings can achieve the position of president?”
Caitlin Carter saw the suppressed rage in her father-in-law and feared he might hit Christopher Simonson like his mother had, quickly saying, “Dad! Christopher was only twenty-two at the ti, he was just impulsive! It wasn’t intentional!”
Youths in their early twenties are capable of impetuous acts, and since so much ti had passed, dwelling on the matter no longer held any significance.
Old Master Simonson, looking at his son who was seriously ill, swallowed all his anger.
“I’m going to Clearwater,” Old Master Simonson said with a grave voice. “Even if it ans humbling myself, I’ll bring that girl back!”
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