Chapter 664: Chapter 664: So, Should the Child Stay or Not?
Lewis Clan Group CEO’s office, as Wyatt Lewis pushed the door open, a wave of alcohol sll hit him.
Wyatt Lewis frowned, looking at the man sitting on the sofa, his heart sank heavily.
“Brother?”
The man on the sofa completely ignored him, continuously gulping down from the bottle, several empty bottles lying haphazardly on the table.
This dejected Waylon Lewis made Wyatt feel heartache.
“Stop drinking!” Wyatt’s voice was deep as he snatched the bottle from Waylon’s hand and placed it on the table with a thud, “Sister-in-law doesn’t want to see you like this. You’re not going ho now, either searching for Sister-in-law or staying at the company; Mom, Dad, and Grandpa are all worried about you. What on earth are you trying to do?”
During the day, Waylon searched for Hope Williams’ trace in Country Y, then flew back to Emperor Capital late at night to work overti on company affairs. At ho, he would at most take care of Luke and Willow, treating everyone else as if they were air.
Since Hope left, Luke and Willow rarely speak.
Luke beca more like Waylon, his small face tight, serious, and cold. Everyone besides Willow was a stranger to him.
Grandpa, Alitzel Williams, and Christopher Lewis had been worrying at ho until their hair turned white.
This ho seems unable to function without Hope…
Waylon gave him a cold glance, and with a self-mocking laugh, said, “Isn’t this what they wanted to see? Isn’t it best to care about the company, to care about the heir? I have taken care of the company, and I continue to earn money. Lewis continues to prosper; are they not satisfied?”
“Brother, it’s not like that. Mom, Dad, and Grandpa are truly worried about you…”
“They worry about the Lewis Clan CEO, not .”
Wyatt knows Hope’s death has much to do with his parents.
If it weren’t for Hope, it probably would have been his parents who died.
“Are you resenting them?”
“Resenting?” Waylon picked up the bottle and took a large gulp, lowering his head while shaking it with a laugh, “Hope risked her life to save them, yet they weren’t even willing to seek for a few more days… I find it ridiculous, I don’t resent them, I resent myself.”
“I am the one who killed her…”
“The fault is all mine. If it weren’t for , she wouldn’t have suffered so much. If I had chosen her, she wouldn’t have had to die. I simply… deserve death, why isn’t it who died…”
Wyatt stood aside, watching his once calm and rational brother repeating the most dispirited words over and over, repenting, cursing himself.
Wyatt clenched his fists tightly, his eyes flickering as he closed them fiercely.
He had never thought before that his strongest brother would suddenly beco so fallen as if the sky had collapsed.
Now, besides searching for Hope, everything he does seems like forcing himself into a strictly programd task.
No feelings, no soul…
Losing Hope ant he really lost everything.
Wyatt gritted his molars and walked to sit beside Waylon, opening two bottles of his own, handing one to Waylon, “Brother, I’ll drink with you.”
Maybe being truly drunk is the only way to briefly forget the pain.
If that’s the case, then let’s drink heartily just this once.
…
Taylor Family.
Anthony Taylor’s study.
Daniel Johnson hesitated in the corridor, and with Hope Williams and Anthony Taylor, he ultimately chose to go to Anthony first.
“This is her ultrasound from the hospital check-up, I haven’t given it to her yet when it was delivered.”
The pen in Anthony’s hand paused, he looked up at him and took it to read seriously but found he couldn’t understand.
“What does it an?”
“She is now roughly six and a half months pregnant, but due to the poisoning, the fetus shows signs of developntal delay.”
Anthony frowned, “What does developntal delay an?”
“If it continues, even if the child survives, there could be issues with intelligence, motor skills, and communication abilities.”
“You an it would beco ntally retarded?”
“Not exactly, this is not absolute, these problems can’t be definitively predicted now, but they are possible,” Daniel said, with a tense expression.
“Moreover, now she is practically using Silver Needle to seal acupuncture points to stop the poison from spreading in her body. The antidote we developed is still in testing, and if successful, the dication will inevitably be necessary, and the effect on the fetus is definite, possibly causing deformities.”
Suddenly saying ntally retarded, suddenly saying deformities, Anthony couldn’t sit still and anxiously stood up to pace.
“So should we abort the child? You go and call her yourself, such a big matter, I’m not her husband and can’t make the decision.”
“I’m worried she’ll be unable to accept it, but there’s another thod that might save her child.”
Anthony’s eyes flashed, “Stop creating suspense and tell quickly.”
“She is now six and a half months pregnant, the hospital suggests that if she insists on keeping it, she could try a cesarean at seven months to take the child out and place it in an incubator, but the risk is huge, and the survival rate of seven-month premature infants is low under normal circumstances; her situation makes it even lower, so whether to risk it has to be her decision.”
Anthony understood.
Two options.
One, don’t do cesarean, after using dication, the child is very likely to be deford.
Two, before dication, do cesarean at seven months, but the child is very likely not to survive.
Anthony scratched his head, utterly annoyed.
Both carry enormous risks.
“So Master Taylor, how do we handle this?”
“You ask her directly; I only deal with detoxification. I can’t manage whether her child stays or goes, go quickly to ask her.”
“Should I go?”
Daniel genuinely couldn’t think of how to start the conversation, so he first ca to Anthony to discuss it. Now, letting him find Hope, it’s undeniably a huge blow to her. He felt unable to find the words to say.
“If you want to keep the child, which way is the safest?” a low voice sounded from the door.
Both Anthony and Daniel were startled as they saw who had co.
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