Chapter 937: It might be a stillbirth 2. Chapter 937: It might be a stillbirth 2. Looking at the heartbroken Victoria Garcia, Edward Hernandez felt a twinge of compassion.
But he also had his own mission.
“Victoria, if you’re upset, just talk to . Once you let it out, we can think of a solution together, right?” Edward Hernandez withdrew his hand that he had reached out.
It took a while before Victoria Garcia softly said, “The doctor told this baby is probably a… stillbirth.”
As soon as she ntioned this, Victoria Garcia felt an unstoppable wave of distress. Although she hadn’t been expecting this child, its arrival ant that there was a bond of kinship between them. How could it all be ending so soon?
This cruel reality was too much for her to bear.
“How could this be? Could the doctor have made a mistake?” Edward Hernandez questioned.
Victoria Garcia replied, “Could Doctor Adams have misdiagnosed?”
For the renowned sage of obstetrics and gynecology, such a mistake seed unlikely; otherwise, her entire career’s reputation would be ruined.
“Otherwise, let’s try another hospital for a checkup. That should give us so peace of mind, right?” Edward Hernandez suggested.
Upon hearing this, Victoria Garcia thought Edward Hernandez had a point.
Even if it was a one in a million chance, even the most accurate sharpshooter could miss sotis.
Thus, a sliver of hope erged in Victoria Garcia’s heart.
Seeing that she agreed with his suggestion, Edward Hernandez started the car and headed to another well-known private hospital in tropolis.
After undergoing the sa examination, the diagnosis from the doctors was the sa as Doctor Adams’.
If it had been a death sentence before, now it was an irrevocable death sentence.
Victoria Garcia got back in the car with Edward Hernandez’s company once again.
“Victoria, you haven’t eaten anything since early morning. Let take you to eat sothing, okay?” No matter what, as the saying goes: “Man is iron, food is steel.” Eating is always the most important thing for health.
Victoria Garcia flatly refused, “I don’t want to eat, just take to the office.”
Seeing her look like this, Edward Hernandez disagreed, “With the state you’re in now, you’re not fit for work. Let take you ho to rest, okay?”
He spoke in a low and gentle voice.
But Victoria Garcia was deaf to his words, with the doctor’s words ringing in her head, “This child should be aborted sooner rather than later… This child is better off aborted soon…”
Her hand involuntarily caressed her abdon.
Why couldn’t the baby co into this world for a visit? Baby!
Seeing her lost in her emotions and knowing she was struggling to accept the situation, Edward Hernandez, without waiting for Victoria Garcia’s agreent, turned the car around and drove back.
By the ti they got ho again, Victoria Garcia didn’t say anything; she just got out of the car and walked away, with Edward Hernandez following.
After taking her ho, Edward Hernandez went straight into her living room, then poured her a cup of warm water and handed it to her, “Take a sip of water first. I’ll go make you a bowl of noodles.”
Victoria Garcia accepted the water cup he handed over with a sowhat blank expression, then let him head to the kitchen.
Before long, a steaming bowl of noodles appeared before Victoria Garcia.
Suddenly, she recalled how Arnold Johnson had made her noodles early that morning—a bowl of very special noodles—and she rembered drinking the last drop of soup.
Edward Hernandez’s noodles were simpler by comparison, with greens, at slices, and an egg. Although it slled good, a wave of nausea hit her stomach before she even picked up her chopsticks, and she rushed straight to the bathroom.
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