Chapter 63
Pregnant?
"What did you say, doctor? I'm pregnant?" Olivia looked at the doctor in disbelief.
The doctor sighed. “Yes, but Ms. Larson, you have lung cancer. You are not fit for pregnancy.
"I told you before to rest well, but you refused to do chemotherapy, and you've been admitted to the hospital every three days with injuries. Ms. Larson, no one can save your life now, even if he's a God." Finally, the doctor pursed his lips and suggested, "Ms. Larson, abort the baby. You can live an extra few days if you do."
All that remained in Olivia's mind was the fact that she was pregnant.
After a miscarriage two years ago, the doctors said she would have trouble conceiving again. For the next two years, she indeed never conceived again.
Now...
She lowered her head and rubbed her hands back and forth over her stomach. This was a baby she had gained throughout all this pain. How could she abort it? The rift between her and John had started with her miscarriage. If she kept this baby, maybe she could fix their relationship.
After a long time, Olivia lifted her head. "Doctor, let me think about it."
When the doctor saw the glow in her eyes, he knew she would not give up and could say nothing more. He could only shake his head and say, "Okay." What a beautiful young girl! He had no idea how someone could torture a woman like her into such a
state.
Olivia was immersed in the complex emotions of pregnancy. Her cancer might not give her the chance to carry the baby to term or give birth to it. However, she was willing to use the baby to spend some quality time with Johnny.
She hated John and blamed him for everything. However, they had once had a beautiful life, and she still hoped they could go back in time. However...
She was lost in thought when she remembered what happened yesterday.
Perhaps, in John's mind, they could not get back together anymore.
Suddenly, someone forcefully pushed the door open. John angrily walked into the ward and dragged Olivia out of bed.
"Olivia, how dare you try to escape! Which one of your lovers are you meeting this time?"
John's words were like a basin of water extinguishing Olivia's hope.
She was right. Nothing could go back to the way it was before.
Olivia felt uncomfortable being dragged around by him and coughed. "Johnny, I am pregnant."
John froze for a few seconds before he sneered. "Olivia, you really have cheated me in endless ways. Two years ago, the doctors said you couldn't conceive again. Whom are you trying to fool?" Olivia felt her breath getting heavy, and her disappointment drowned her.
John did not believe her.
He did not believe her even when she said she was pregnant.
John shoved her onto the bed because she was not speaking anymore. "Are you trying to ignore me
again?"
Last evening, John had looked at the dark clouds outside the window and could not help himself from feeling frustrated.
Olivia had pneumonia. She had almost died in the rain the last time, and now he had locked her on the balcony. He was worried that she would faint if she got wet in the rain.
He had paced restlessly in front of the French windows.
When it rained, Wes came in and reminded him. "Sir, it's time for the meeting."
However, John took his car keys and left, saying, "Meeting postponed."
John drove to the peninsula. He wished Olivia would die, but he was also heartbroken at the thought of her dying.
The rain grew heavier, gradually blurring his view. John was speeding on the road. As he took a turn, he drifted and knocked into a tree.
However, the accident was not serious, so John continued speeding to the peninsula. However, when he got back home, he saw no one on the balcony.
The rain had wet the balcony floor. John slipped and grabbed the railing because the lights were not on. The shards of tile on the railing stabbed deep into his flesh, and blood flowed out of his wounds.
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