"How is she...is she okay?"
Dylan Wellington saw the heaviness on the female doctor’s face and couldn’t help but ask.
His voice was deep and hoarse, carrying an edge of tension that even he hadn’t noticed.
At this mont, Dylan Wellington realized for the first ti.
He...could actually feel fear.
Afraid of hearing soone tell him that he deeply hurt Skye Brown.
Afraid to see...the woman he thought would hate him deeply, would dismiss him, being hurt because of him.
"Mr. Wellington, to be frank, Miss Brown’s condition is very bad."
The female doctor calmly removed her gloves, then imdiately opened the first aid kit, taking out a syringe to draw Skye Brown’s blood.
Seeing her actions, Dylan Wellington’s face darkened, coldly blocking her, "What are you going to do to her?"
"Draw blood..." The doctor rolled her eyes, showing little regard for Mr. Wellington.
"Miss Brown’s condition could very likely be a precursor to threatened miscarriage... Mr. Wellington, you’re lucky that I’m different from your previous personal doctor, Dr. Collins, as I have extra qualifications in obstetrician-gynecology. I carry detection equipnt and test strips with at all tis, otherwise, humph..."
At this point, the female doctor’s expression was very displeased.
She most despised n who did not know how to respect won.
The doctor said unceremoniously, "I need to draw Miss Brown’s blood now for an HCG test... Mr. Wellington, please step aside."
After speaking, she pushed the visibly shocked, expression-frozen Dylan Wellington aside.
However, she had just pushed Dylan Wellington away, getting ready to draw Skye Brown’s blood.
When suddenly Dylan Wellington’s face shifted to a look of surprise.
He suddenly grasped the doctor’s shoulder, "Skye Brown... Skye Brown is pregnant? She’s carrying my child with her?"
His woman already has a new life growing inside her.
Doesn’t this an Skye Brown won’t be taken away by Norman York? She...she’s pregnant with his child, she won’t leave, she’ll stay—
Stay by his side!
At this mont, Dylan Wellington didn’t doubt for a second whether the child could be Norman York’s or anyone else’s.
He instinctively felt that this child was his.
The child Skye Brown is carrying is Dylan Wellington’s.
With this child, she can stay, return to his side, and never abandon him and Molly Lewis.
"Ha, Mr. Wellington... You can still laugh at a ti like this. Yes, Miss Brown is pregnant, but I don’t know whether the child is yours or Norman York’s. But at least, I know one thing... and that is, this child was almost lost because of you."
"And right now, if you keep interfering and interrupting my treatnt for Miss Brown... then just prepare yourself to lose this child completely."
As soon as she finished speaking, the female doctor felt the force on her shoulder suddenly release.
Dylan Wellington, almost instantaneously with her words, let go as if he were electrocuted.
The female doctor squinted slightly, looking at Dylan Wellington’s suddenly cold and handso face.
Especially those seductive eyes, once filled with surprise and excitent, had suddenly dimd, with even a trace of worry and self-reproach.
She suddenly found herself unable to understand the man in front of her.
"You, quickly treat her. I appreciate your concern... Thank you." Dylan Wellington said heavily, but did not dare to look at Skye Brown’s face anymore.
And this was the first ti since the doctor entered the room that Dylan Wellington spoke to her not with a commanding tone.
Thank you?
Ha... The dignified Mr. Wellington actually said thank you.
The doctor curled her lips, smiling.
This is probably the inherent flaw of n... Until the mont of loss, they never realize what they’ve truly missed.
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