Convenient Marriage: Mr. Nelson's Love Trap
Chapter 813 I Didn’t Want to Cry

Theresa's nervousness was evident, but she said, "I'm not nervous."

Armand sighed. Her mentality was not in a good state now. If it failed, she would be disheartened.

The pair arrived at the doctor's office. Armand knocked on the door and only pushed it open once they were granted permission to enter. When the doctor saw that it was them, he invited them to sit. Armand helped Theresa over to a chair.

Theresa was pressing her lips together tightly. She tried to calm down by telling herself not to be nervous again and again in her heart, but it was difficult to control her emotions.

There was a thin line between bliss and suffering.

"Doctor, how is it this time?" Armand asked.

The doctor did not answer immediately. Instead, he looked towards Theresa and said, "I'd like to speak to your husband in private for a while."

Theresa did not move, "If there's any problem, I want to be around to know too."

The doctor looked over at Armand in hesitation.

Armand held Theresa's hand, "He might want to talk about my problem. What about you wait outside first?"

"Regardless of whose problem it is, I can know about it too, can't I?" Theresa asked in return.

Armand didn't know how to respond, and he only spoke after a moment, "Sir, let's talk about it now. If there are indeed any problems, the both of us will take care of it together." The doctor finally nodded, "Okay then."

He took out the results of the in vitro fertilization (IVF) this time around and handed it over to them.

Armand asked, "Did it fail again this time?"

If it had succeeded, the doctor would've told them already instead of showing them documents they couldn't understand.

"Yes, it failed."

Theresa was dejected. Her eyes lost all their colours instantly.

Armand hugged her by the shoulders, comforting her, "It's alright. Even if we don't have a child, you still have me."

She looked up at the doctor, "It's my problem, right?"

Otherwise, he wouldn't have asked her to leave earlier.

The doctor nodded, "These two failures were because of the quality of your ovum." He paused for a moment, then continued, "If you want to do it for the third time, there's a 90% chance of it failing again. Your ovum isn't suitable for IVF. The success rate is too low so I'd suggest that you guys give up. Nothing good will come out of this, and it's also mentally pressuring."

Sure enough, this answer was a massive blow to the pair. Theresa felt that everything in front of her turned blurry. It felt as if her soul had left her. Her vision turned dark, and she passed out. "Theresa!" Armand hugged her. The doctor said to him, "Put her on the bed, and I'll give her a check-up."

Armand carried her in his arms and laid her flat down on the bed. The doctor came over to check on her. A moment later, he assured Armand, "She's okay. She just couldn't handle the sudden news and fainted. As her husband, you need to be there for her during this period."

Armand looked down at Theresa, "I will."

The doctor spoke again, "Actually, adoption is a good choice too."

Armand said nothing. In fact, he didn't want to say anything now. He understood everything the doctor said, but he was afraid Theresa couldn't accept it.

This was undoubtedly a dead end for her. There was no room for change at all.

Even if she had accepted IVF, she still couldn't have her own child.

When Theresa woke up, she was already at home. Armand was just next to her. Upon seeing her wake up, he asked, "Do you feel discomfort anywhere?" She shook her head and looked at the ceiling blankly, "Armand."

"Yeah?"

"Maybe we should just break up..."

"What kind of nonsense is that?" Armand was emotional. He couldn't accept what she just said.

Theresa closed her eyes and said with a hoarse voice, "You're going to be miserable when you get caught in between grandma and me."

"I'll be fine." Armand lowered his head and looked at her, "I can accept anything other than you leaving me. We've been through so much together, so let's not say stuff like that anymore, okay?" Theresa's weak voice came back, "Could you let me be alone for a while?"

She needed some time to herself.

Armand agreed to her request, "I'll be in the living room if you need me."

She said okay with an almost inaudible voice.

Armand knew that Theresa needed to calm down now, so he stood up and left the room.

Once the door closed, her tears fell.

This piece of news was too cruel for her.

There were so many people in this world who could have their own children but chose not to and be DINKS.

As for her, who so desperately wanted a child, she miserably could not fulfil her dreams. God was unfair to her. She was sobbing softly.

Armand squatted at the door. Although Theresa's voice was soft, he still heard it. The surroundings were so quiet that he could even hear his own breathing. How could he not hear her depressed cries? Slowly, he slid to the ground, his head hung low, and his body trembled.

After a long time, the sounds from the room could only be heard intermittently and finally could not be heard anymore. Armand put his hand on the ground, supporting him to stand.

He pushed the door and entered the room, feigning to be relaxed as he asked her, "Shall I get you something to eat?"

Theresa had long lost her energy from crying too much. She turned her back towards him.

Armand walked over and squatted down in front of her, "We agreed to not care about it. Why did you cry?"

He stretched his hand out and wiped the tears from the corner of her eyes gently.

Theresa raised her gaze slowly. There were still tears hanging on her eyelashes. Her voice was hoarse as she muttered, "I didn't want to cry."

But she couldn't control her tears.

Everything was just too painful for her.0000