Rebecca Quentin smiled faintly, "I will seriously consider it... Mr. Jones, have a safe journey."
It seed like just a few days ago she was amidst the hustle and bustle of the world, but now she had suddenly returned to tranquility. With Skyler Jones’s departure, Rebecca Quentin’s life beca increasingly quiet.
It was only today that she realized she was left with no one...
Her father had passed away, her ho was gone, the servants were dismissed, and the only one left to her was Aunt Clare. But Aunt Clare was already old; she could no longer rely on her like when she was a child. So, in the future, she could only depend on herself.
Living alone was already difficult enough. If there was one more, how could she possibly ensure his life...
Sitting on the edge of the bed, Rebecca Quentin placed her hand gently on her belly.
Inside was a tiny life growing, but he ca at the wrong ti. Or rather, his arrival was never longed for...
Sitting on the edge of the bed, a pang of bitterness swept over Rebecca Quentin’s heart.
Images of past mories flashed through her mind... Howard Geoffrey’s smiles, Howard Geoffrey’s aloofness, Howard Geoffrey’s passion, Howard Geoffrey’s dominance, everything about Howard Geoffrey...
At twenty, she lost her heart.
She knew it was not easy to forget soone, but this emotion, from now on, would only reside in her mories.
Being with him was once the thing she desired most in her life. Though she had long guessed the outco, she still indulged in her greedy longing, weaving another beautiful dream for herself, allowing herself to get lost in his tender trap.
However, the dream finally ended. In reality, they beca enemies. They would never have a chance again, and she wouldn’t allow herself to fall into such a vicious fate again.
So, this child, she could only pretend there was no such accident...
Rebecca Quentin averted her gaze, quietly watching the sunset outside the floor-to-ceiling window until the sun dipped below the horizon.
Finally, Rebecca Quentin picked up the hotel phone and dialed a series of numbers.
She swallowed the bitterness stuck in her throat, her eyes turning crimson at that mont.
Wiping away the tears on her cheeks decisively, "Dr. Hughes, yes, I’m Rebecca Quentin, the one who went to your hospital for a check-up today... I’d like to schedule a ti with you, for the surgery."
Last night, she had a dream. She dread she was gently rocking a cradle in a room, a lovely little baby lying inside, looking like her, yet with a heroic spirit that belonged to him between the brows.
The little baby in the dream slept soundly, with chubby little fists placed on both sides of his head, in a posture resembling being in the womb, very cute and serene... She knew that was the child of her and Howard Geoffrey.
Rebecca Quentin pressed her hands tightly against her belly, her already reddened eyes now misting over.
"Miss Quentin?" A nurse approached, "Please co with to the operating room."
Inside the operating room stood a doctor in a green gown and several nurses. They were studying her case at the mont.
This doctor wasn’t her scheduled surgeon; it seed Dr. Hughes had an issue.
After a mont, a nurse said to her, "Miss Quentin, you might have to lie here and wait for a little while because there’s an ergency patient next door who needs surgery right away. Dr. Wilson probably has to go next door for a bit, but it won’t be more than a few minutes. Please wait a mont."
"Alright."
Lying on the hospital bed, Rebecca Quentin nodded slightly and replied softly.
At this mont, she was so afraid.
The unbearable pain from four years ago had left a lasting scar on her heart, and she was really afraid.
But she had no choice...
Her reluctance would an that the child would not grow up in a healthy family, and following her, the child would surely suffer a lot of hardships in the future. Besides, if he knew about this child’s existence, whether he cared or not, there would be endless, unclear entanglents between her and him in the future...
She could no longer deal with him; she was tired. She just wanted to live an ordinary life, so she couldn’t get entangled with him any longer...
Outside the ward, the doctor hurried back to his office.
The nurse followed the doctor into the office and asked curiously, "Dr. Wilson, Dr. Hughes had sothing co up and asked you to do this surgery for her. Why did you tell us to make an excuse about helping another patient with a surgery after you read Miss Quentin’s case? You don’t have any other surgeries to perform!"
The doctor slumped weakly into his chair, wiping the cold sweat and said, "At first, I just thought it was a coincidence with the sa na, but looking at the age on Miss Quentin’s chart and seeing her in person, I absolutely can’t do this surgery!"
The nurse was puzzled, "Why not?"
The doctor sighed deeply, "I once worked as an assistant to my ntor at XX Private Hospital. What impressed the most was when my ntor perford a surgery on the wife of the president of the ’Skytop’ Group. The child was over five months old at the ti, and due to various reasons, couldn’t be saved. I rember my ntor was trembling with fear during that surgery because Mr. Geoffrey wanted both the mother and child to be saved, but the situation was really dangerous. Despite my ntor’s best efforts, the child couldn’t survive. Fortunately, Lady Geoffrey was fine, so Mr. Geoffrey didn’t bla us... You know how much Mr. Geoffrey cares about children, if he knew I perford an abortion for his ex-wife Rebecca Quentin, I’d definitely be finished!"
The nurse pondered, "Dr. Wilson, are you saying that the beautiful woman in there is Mr. Geoffrey’s ex-wife? Right, a few years ago, the newspaper said Howard Geoffrey married the daughter of the Quentin Group from T City, but didn’t we hear they got divorced?"
The doctor replied, "The world of the rich is beyond our understanding... News reports say Mr. Geoffrey has been in T City recently, and it just so happens Miss Quentin is here too. Who knows if they have rekindled their old romance? In any case, I dare not perform this surgery. Miss Quentin had better choose another hospital..."
The nurse nodded in agreent, "Yes, Mr. Geoffrey’s love life has always been quite mysterious. Recently, there were even rumors saying Mr. Geoffrey called for compensated dating girls, who knows if it’s true, but Mr. Geoffrey is so wealthy, he could have any woman he wants, so this news is likely false..."
"Go out and tell Miss Quentin, and by the way, don’t spread the word about Miss Quentin’s visit to our hospital. I don’t want to get into trouble!"
"Alright."
The nurse went to the operating room, seeing Rebecca Quentin lying with her eyes closed, and whispered, "Miss Quentin, I’m sorry!"
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