A Journey from Bitterness to Truth

Chapter 137

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Matilda felt bombarded by the doctor’s rapid–fire questions, barely keeping up as she answered. “I had one before, a C–section…”

“You’ve had a child before?” The doctor’s gaze upon Matilda grew curious, “And what about the father, your former boyfriend?”

Chloe, unable to contain herself, blurted out, “He’s dead.”

Meanwhile, Yvan, driving to the hospital, suddenly sneezed.

Ever since Chloe mentioned the death of Matilda’s boyfriend, the doctor looked at Matilda differently, his voice softening. “And this one… are you sure you want to abort it?”

Matilda nodded, her jaw set. “Yeah, bringing it into this world is just signing it up for more hardship.”

Hearing this, the doctor seemed to sympathize with the struggles of a single mother. He went on about the importance of self–care before helping her schedule the procedure. “An abortion, then? I recommend a conservative management; it’s pricier, but it’s the least harmful option.”

“Let’s go with that one,” Matilda nodded, “We’ll just have to go downstairs and pay later, right?”

doctor, now quite gentle, said, “I’ll prep the paperwork for you. After you’ve paid, there’s also

they finished signing for Matilda’s appointment next week, Yvan arrived. He wasn’t

nurse stopped and murmured, “Wow, did you just see that gorgeous

back, he was

and Chloe had just signed the paperwork for the abortion when they bumped

breath, “Look who’s back

complexion paled. Yvan’s sudden appearance couldn’t be a coincidence; someone

towards Matilda, his presence commanding enough to

“What’s it to you?”

and documents from her hands. “Matilda, when did you get so bold, thinking you could go behind

scene, Matilda lowered her voice. “What

you want

a mocking edge. “Believe me, one call from me, and there won’t be a clinic in Sea City

not, whether I keep the baby or not, what’s it to you, Yvan? Don’t

myself, we’ll know once the baby’s born, won’t we?” Yvan’s laugh was sharp and scornful. “Matilda, you’re cold–hearted. This is a life we’re talking about. Do you plan to snuff it out without a whisper? Or is it that you’re so used to this that